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- 6 SPORT, Page 104Beauty, Truth and Hitchcock
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- By CHARLES KRAUTHAMMER
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- While the rest of the sporting world was distracted with
- sideshows -- the World Series, the Douglas-Holyfield fight --
- the main event was being played out in utter silence at the
- Hudson Theater on Broadway, where the two best players in the
- world, Garry Kasparov and Anatoly Karpov, were fighting it out
- for the championship of chess. (After 12 games, the match is
- tied.)
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- Now, mention chess and most people's eyes glaze over. They
- think of two old geezers, one of whom has died but no one has
- noticed, in overstuffed armchairs at the Diogenes Club. Know how
- chess crowds do the wave? guffawed a CBS newsreader. With their
- eyebrows.
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- Ho, ho. What the benighted don't understand is that modern
- chess is played not just against an opponent but against a
- clock. It thus produces a heart-stopping equivalent of
- football's two-minute drill. At Move 32 of Game 8, for example,
- challenger Karpov, losing, was forced to make nine moves in less
- than three minutes. He executed them in a dazzling flurry that
- didn't just leave him winning; it left the crowd stunned and
- silent. Except, that is, for one patron who, unnerved by
- Karpov's preposterous escape, let out a loud, shocking laugh.
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- Moreover, the place to watch world-championship chess is
- not in the theater but five floors up, in the analysis room.
- There the action is frenzied. One TV monitor shows the players
- and the running time clocks. The other shows the latest board
- position. Scattered about are a score of the greatest players in
- the world, a couple of whom are standing at the front trying
- dozens of follow-on combinations on a large demonstration board.
- The result is a tumult of lightning analysis, inspired
- second-guessing, withering criticism, contemptuous asides,
- suggestions and refutations as the pros search for the best
- possible "lines" into the future.
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- During Game 8, I found myself in a room with the U.S. chess
- champion (Lev Alburt), four grand masters and one legend, former
- World Champion Mikhail Tal. It was like watching the World
- Series with five Hall of Famers parsing every pitch and Cy Young
- correcting them. On Karpov's 23rd move the parsing got slightly
- crazy: If Kasparov does A then Karpov must do B. If Kasparov
- then tries C and Karpov answers with D, look out: E, F and G
- follow. But if Kasparov does Z, then . . .
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- Some of these lines were harmony, variations on the main
- theme of the game. Some were jazz riffs, freestyle and
- whimsical. Some were just fanciful trills, exotic and
- occasionally atonal. They all went up on the board fast and
- furious, as patzers -- plodding amateurs -- like me struggled to
- follow the logic.
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- Then Karpov did the unexpected: he advanced a pawn,
- unbalancing the position and not a few grand masters. Instantly
- all the heretofore examined lines, entire symphonies of
- hypothetical variation, vanished into the ether. "Unheard
- melodies," murmured the yellow-tied patzer sitting near me. His
- tone was wry and regretful.
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- The move done, the grand masters wiped the slate clean and
- began composing fresh music, speculating on what might follow
- next. This greatly disturbed the dapper young Yugoslav grand
- master Ljubomir Ljubojevic. Shaking his head in disapproval,
- Ljubo strode up to the board, took down all the moves now being
- assayed and brought the position back not to Move 23 but to Move
- 22. If Karpov had pushed the pawn in Move 22 instead of first
- delivering that ridiculous check, the now animated Ljubo
- insisted, it would have been a triumph. He then gave a long
- demonstration of the truth of his analysis.
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- Of course by then it was irrelevant. Karpov had played the
- check first. Enough of history, said the others, impatient to
- get on with analyzing the world as it now existed. Ljubo
- insisted on analyzing the world as it should exist. As the
- groans grew louder, Ljubo's retort was indignant: "Let's find
- some truth here."
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- The yellow-tied patzer had come for beauty, but Ljubo had
- come for truth. In chess, that means finding not just a good
- move or even a harmonious move but the perfect move. God's move.
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- Playing chess with divinity can be dangerous, however. The
- great Steinitz, who once claimed to have played against God and
- won (he neglected to leave a record of the game), went quite
- mad. The last great practitioner of truth, Bobby Fischer, after
- winning the world championship in 1972, disappeared into some
- apocalyptic sect in California and had the fillings in his teeth
- removed to stop the KGB transmissions.
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- Melodies you can get in any record store. But truth? Where
- else can you find truth? The next day I saw Ljubo again. It was
- 12 hours later and he was still shaking his head.
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- Down on the Hudson stage, however, the protagonists were
- engaged not so much in truth seeking as in attempted murder.
- Kasparov, who calls Karpov "a creature of darkness," had
- declared his intent not just to defeat Karpov but to destroy
- him. Accordingly, Kasparov played the opening games with the
- confident, reckless belligerence of a young Ali. Karpov, though,
- was fully Frazier's equal. The result was mayhem rarely seen at
- that level of play. It was like a title fight with 10 knockdowns
- by Round 3 or, for the more delicate, like a ballet performed
- not on a stage but on a trampoline.
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- Even the exalted were amazed by the innovations, the
- sacrifices, the speculative attacks, the kind of stuff a patzer
- like me tries out in Washington's Lafayette Square, not the kind
- world champions play with $1.7 million at stake. I asked the
- great and wizened Tal what he thought of the opening games of
- the match. "Hitchcock movies," he replied with a grin.
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- Beauty, truth and Hitchcock. Now, that's entertainment.
- Benjamin Franklin, when ambassador to France, was known to spend
- most of his time at the Cafe de la Regence playing chess. Why
- did he so rarely go to the Paris opera? "I call this my opera,"
- explained Franklin. He'd have camped at the Hudson.
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