|Jun-09-06|| ||keypusher: Kee-runch!, as Fischer used to say.|
|Sep-05-11|| ||RookFile: 8.dxc5 Bxc5.
This is one of those tricky transactions. Did black gain a move, or did he lose one? I would say the latter, because he should have his bishop on e7 for defensive purposes. White is the one doing the attacking here.
|Apr-01-16|| ||suenteus po 147: From Tartakower's book of the tournament: "Nimzowitsch came to bother me during the seventh round. He was embroiled in a tactical defense against Marshall, and I could scarcely recognize Aron's play with the black pieces in the position. These two have a long history, and mostly one-sided in Aron's favor, though Marshall has been actively lengthening his stride to match pace. Of particular interest is the character of the two men. Marshall strikes me as quintessentially American: brash, flamboyant, full of cunning and suspicion. His character away from the chessboard is also interesting. Nimzowitsch's reputation perhaps precedes this humble author's description. I think the worst thing to happen to the rest of us is that Nimzowitsch has been regarded as a chess author and a luminary of the game. To set the record straight and report that he is an impossible person to suffer on or away from the board is the grossest of understatements. However, as Aron's friend and countryman I will make the necessary apologies for him. He has faced persecution his whole life and it has permanently warped his view of the world, but I think it's also fair to add that he often behaves as madman to make us all as mad as he pretends to be. Aron was particularly insufferable at this event due to his only capable play despite his impressive results earlier in the year at San Remo. He claimed to despise the Flemish, finding anyone who spoke French to be careless with morals, which would have insulted me if it hadn't been true. Yet it was no excuse for his trailing Sultan Khan and myself in the standings, one of us a veritable unknown to the game and the other a dilettante. If Aron didn't turn things around soon he feared his leverage for a match with Alekhine might evaporate as it had with Capablanca, and now here he was in trouble against a chess has-been (in particular one he had enjoyed much success against in halcyon days). Marshall was enjoying himself immensely. He reclined behind folded arms. On the table next to his garrison of captured pieces was an unlit cigar. 'See! See!' Aron hissed, pointing at the offending stogie. I asked what I was supposed to observe, and he said 'You know I hate smoke! I hate it! He took that cigar out six moves ago and hasn't touched it since!' (I apologize, patient reader, for the proliferation of exclamation points; I know as well as you that it is the mark of enthusiastic and amateur annotator, but I promise you Aron wished to punctuate his verbal venom with the symbolic teeth of devastating sacrifces)..."|
|Apr-01-16|| ||suenteus po 147: (concluded)
"I acknowledged Aron's exasperation. 'But you should be hale and glad. If he hasn't touched it in six moves, then there has been no smoke to perturb your play.' Aron grimaced. 'You know as well as I that the threat is even greater than the execution! I can't take my eyes off it, any minute my position will become tenuous and he will light it!' I was counting the minutes as my abandoned game called to me. 'Aron, I have my own needs to attend to. Guard yourself as you would in any game against any opponent. Be strong.' As I stepped towards my board I heard Aron mutter under his breath 'He's a Bolshevik!' the harshest epitaph Nimzowitsch reserved for anyone, though in this case hopelessly confused in application to a laissez-faire capitalist. (...) I was the only one sitting at his position, though all games of the round were still engaged, when I heard Marshall's gloat across the hall. 'How d'ya like that pawn move, Nimzovick?' I ventured over to see Marshall puffing away on his re-lit cigar, taking a celebratory swig from his flask, and flexing his eyebrows ironically at Aron, who sat seething behind a mask of pure malice. Nimzowitsch's king was hopelessly trapped, like Aron himself, the a2-g8 diagonal open to molestation from Marshall's bishop, like the air over the board between the two players open to the repulsive cigar smoke that now wafted over into Nimzowitsch's nostrils. 'Did I ever tell ya about the time Manny and I went tobacco shopping in Memphis?' Marshall asked. I almost reached out to touch Marshall's shoulder to warn him, but then thought better of it. 'He was a pipe man, not too much into cigars, but he knew good tobacco when he smoked it. He bought me a whole box of these cigars after our match, as kind of a sorry, I guess. Or maybe it was for thanks. See, I introduced him to Virginia's finest, and you'da thought he died and gone to heaven. "Frank," he says to me, "being world champion is great, but nothing beats the flavor of a good smoke."' With that, he exhaled a laugh, slapped his knee, and signed his scoresheet. 'No hard feelings, Aron,' Marshall concluded. Nimzowitsch, poisoned with impotent rage, could only initial his scoresheet and then retire to his room, where he told me later he was quite green from having swallowed Marshall's Virginia flavor."
|Apr-01-16|| ||offramp: Absolutely superb. Many thanks, Suetonius.|
|Apr-02-16|| ||luftforlife: <suenteus po 147>: Nonpareil. If your work has not yet been published within hard covers, it should be. Thank you for sharing this with us. All the best to you.|
|Apr-02-16|| ||suenteus po 147: <offramp> & <luftforlife> Thank you, gentlemen for your kind words.|
|Apr-02-16|| ||RookFile: Love coming to this website, I always learn something new.|
|Apr-02-16|| ||beatgiant: <RookFile>
Especially on April first.
|Apr-02-16|| ||ragtag: <ragtag> smelled a rat.|
|Apr-13-16|| ||thegoodanarchist: Nimzo was about 5 years from death at the time this game was played.|
|Jan-17-17|| ||posoo: is DIS da work of tortokow or SONTUSPO himself?!|
|Jan-17-17|| ||Gypsy: <suenteus po 147> Oh, this is a grand read! Thx!|