First book of 2005
Although not the first book I started reading in 2005, the first I’ve finished is *Searching for Bobby Fischer* by Fred Waitzkin. A quick and enjoyable read, I went through it in about three days. I’ve seen the movie of the same name a few times but until I saw it on the shelf had never thought about whether it had been based on a book. Waitzkin is a sports writer, so it seems natural for him, neither the forced (and/or ghostwritten) zeal of a father who cannot write, nor the pure detachment of a journalist. His prose is transparent, caring, and unhurried. A real pleasure to read compared to the Dan Browns of the world trying to force something out of each clumsy page
There was little about what goes on on the sixty-four squares of a chessboard, no strategic secrets or techniques. But the book does successfully bring the reader into the chess world. A few weeks ago I got beaten pretty soundly in my first game in six months (probably my second game in five years) and after reading *Searching for Bobby Fischer* I’m itching for a rematch.
Quite a coincidence. I just
Quite a coincidence. I just finished blasting through “Bobby Fischer Teaches Chess.” There was a lot of bio stuff in the intro, but the chess was extremely basic. Still made me want to push some wood. I don’t particularly like computer chess. It’s too slow and forces me to play stodgy careful games instead of the slash-and-burn queen sacrifice type of game that is so fun to play. (Because it intimidates your opponent!)
I am reasonably sure that you were my last game.
Dad
The library didn’t have
The library didn’t have Bobby Fischer Teaches Chess when I looked for it, and that’s when I stumbled upon Fred Waitzkin’s book. I ended up finding a paperback of Fischer’s book in a store and buying it, and I’ve just started reading it. It was recommended by a friend who trounced me recently, so if it’s that basic I’ll take it as a reflection of how poorly I played that night. In any case, I’m hoping that I find something in there that I’ve missed or forgotten. I’m not used to getting beaten, except by you!