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Searching For Bobby Fischer: The Father Of A Prodigy Observes The World Of Chess (1993)

Searching for Bobby Fischer: The Father of a Prodigy Observes the World of Chess (1993)

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0140230386 (ISBN13: 9780140230383)
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You might be more likely to have seen the film, which is a good representation of the book.I recall that the film got some flack for its representation of Washington Square Park as a den of iniquity, but it seemed spot on to me, having played there around the same time.That trip I played quite a bit of chess, often outdoors, around Manhattan, and apart from one game in The Village Chess Shop the only time I looked like losing was in Washington Square Park. Sat down and started playing a black guy who was the consummate hustler. I'd never experienced anything like it, only read about it. Yep, I was going to lose, but it was going to be a lot of fun. Suddenly, however, another black guy came up and asked for table money. I was happy to pay whatever, these guys, whether legitimately or not, as I found out near the world trade centre, never asked for much, so what did I care? But I was completely ignored as these two started a big black dude mother-fucker argument about who owed what to whom. After a while the board was smashed, pieces and clock flying. I ran for it, quite nervous, I must confess, to another row of tables where people were - laughing at me. I'm not sure if this is the case or not, but when I gathered my wits it seemed like maybe the chess area is segregated and I was in the black part. Maybe somebody who has played there can answer that for me. It seemed like I'd suddenly gone from being surrounded by blacks to surrounded by whites and that the latter found the whole incident highly amusing.New York. Everybody's a hustler. I played outside near the World Trade Centre on this trip. Somebody asked me to play and said it was usual for the loser to pay the table money, a dollar a game. Fine, I said. After I won maybe the first half a dozen games I decided that was enough. I hung around to see if my opponent handed over money to the guy running the show, but of course he didn't. I think that's what amazes me about America. Not that there's a hustler near by whereever you are, but that they are so penny ante.There must have been a whole generation of fathers who lived vicariously through their children in that post-Fischer period. Children overburdened with unreasonable expectations. I hope they are all ashamed of themselves now. The fathers, that is.

I went to the library to look for books about chess strategy, because, you know, I like chess. They were all out of Susanna Polgar, so I brought home this book instead. It's basically what it says it is; a chess prodigy's father writes about his son and the international chess scene in the 1980s. And here is what I got out of the book: Chess is real bad news! Chess might seem like a classy pastime, or an intellectual pursuit, but it just wants to fuck you up and leave you getting rained-on in the gutter. Stay away from chess, while you still have time! If you're an adult, chess might turn you into a schizophrenic Nazi, but it will probably just make you a drunk asleep on a park bench. If you're lucky, you can hustle your skills for drinking money in Washington Square Park. If you're a child, chess is even more insidious. Your parents, who once loved you unconditionally and sought to give you a well-rounded childhood, will start wanting to turn you into a single-speed killing machine. As their love for you rises and falls with the number of other little kids you decapitate at tournaments (whose parents' love is similarly linked to victory, so their tears are not just poor sportsmanship), you realize that to maintain a competitive edge/parental love you need to give up almost all non-chess activities, and play and practice and memorize chess moves for hours every day. The best part is that while everyone loves chess prodigies, with their little hands and big heads looking so serious and cute, once you hit puberty, no one cares. They might care a little if you're absolutely the best in the country, or world, or if you're super-hot like Susanna Polgar, but for most of you: it's over kid, find a new pastime. I bet you wish you had some childhood memories to guide you forward. So remember, chess is safe to read about, but never, never to play. If you ever see a kid with a chess board, take it away and introduce them to video games and sugar. They will thank you someday.

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I picked up this book because I love the movie. I dare anyone to see it and not pick up a chess board. When I finished the book, I thought I could resist but within ten minutes I was playing on chess on yahoo. I am not a genius like Josh Waitzkin. They did a very good job with the movie but there are some major differences. Pandolfini (portrayed in the movie as a ruthless teacher) is actually supportive & idiosyncratic. Vinnie plays a much smaller role in the book. But the dynamic in Washington Square Park is much more interesting and in depth.Two things happen in the book that they cut out:Fred, Josh, & Bruce Pandolfini go to Russia in the midst of the Cold War to see a match between two grandmasters. Fred goes to Los Angeles to search for Bobby Fischer. Fischer was not as elusive as in the movie but was said to be much, much crazier. Enjoyable.
—Leonora

Chess has always been a particular passion of mine, which, much like other passions, rises and falls as the years go by. Most games and their inherent competitiveness are fun, but chess remains the most elegant. It has the physical beauty of the pieces, the simplest of rules, yet the potential for incredible complexity, and no dice. I hate dice. Chess requires pure intellect. During the 70's, following the famous Fischer-Spassky match, the virtual embodiment of Russo-American war, practically every American mother wanted nothing more for her child than to grow up a chess master. Chess even had its cadre of groupies who worked their way up the ranking ladder. Times have changed. Internationally ranked grand masters now must hustle games in New York's Washington Square Park, having no place to live or eat. Having devoted their lives to chess, they have no marketable skills. Meanwhile, the Russians coddle and nurture anyone showing the slightest hint of talent. Fred Waitzkin's son Josh was found to be exceptionally talented at age six. By 11, he had fought the current world champion Garry Kasparov to a draw in an exhibition match. Waitzkin writes of his own passion for the game and his relationship with his son, and the impact such intense dedication can have on a child and his family, in a marvelous book entitled Searching for Bobby Fischer: The World of Chess, Observed by the Father of a Child Prodigy . The book is a fascinating account of the chess world, populated with eccentric characters. As one reviewer has said, "chess lives, or windmills its arms, on the outer rims of sanity." The "search" for Fischer becomes an allegory for families and values and the way we determine what is important in our lives. Fischer, even yet a recluse, even though probably "insane" (whatever that means), continues to dominate the American game. The Fischer-Spassky rematch in Yugoslavia may become the non-event of the century. By the way, the movie was great, too
—Eric_W

Searching for Bobby Fischer provides insight into many facets of the Chess world of the 80s, but it is largely unlike the movie by the same name. As readers, we often know that movies do not match the expectations set by their books, but in this case, I actually enjoyed the movie more. The reason for that is the movie focused centrally on Josh, the child prodigy of the author of the book. With a compelling central person to follow, the film is about a boy vying for his father's love, learning compassion for others, and understanding life balance. While the book had some of these themes in a much more subtle manner, it was much more of a history of chess in the 80s, with Josh being the thread that the timeline follows.We see Chess in the 80s through Fred Waitzkin's eyes; a visit to Soviet Russia, and the oppressive climate for non-preferred players at that time. It's interesting insight into the politics of a world that I never knew of, but also only moderately germane to chess. The plight of the people there is an interesting one, just not the story I was looking for when I picked up this book.We also see the chess world through a father's eyes, but in this case, Waitzkin is the prototypical "sports parent" - overly involved, caring for wins more than fun, and generally loving, but intense. I had hoped for a more dynamic "character," or at least some deeper introspection on the part of Fred as to whether such a life was in the best interest of Josh. I didn't get that. I did come away with a better sense of how I *don't* want to be as a father to my own children, especially where it comes to competitive arenas.Overall, if you like the game of chess enough to pick up and read a book on it, you'll like this book, just don't expect prose, expect journalism.
—Eric

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