David Shenk

A must read for all chess lovers and for those who used to play in their youth . . . . My parents played because, well, what else was there to do when you have a new baby and don't have much money.
They taught me young and eventually I figured out how to win. My dad even had a few chess books. At middle school I taught most of the boys in the free period at the end of the school day how to play. I thought I was good. I thought I was the thing. Then I went to a USCF round robin in north Jersey. I found that I was a "D" player and I pretty much stayed a D player, even though I beat almost everyone I played at school. Then I met my (ex)husband. I said I was good. Then I learned what good was. He tried to teach me, but I didn't put the time in needed to become a better player. Almost thirty years have passed, our grown kids play (one beats me), he is Master, and me . . . I read about chess history. This book was a walk down memory lane and a look at an excellent game of chess.… (mer)