January 11th, 2009
Bobby Fischer eagerly took his seat at the Marshall Chess Club in the West Village. All gangly arms and legs, he’d been invited to compete with the country’s 11 best players in the Rosenwald Memorial. In a way, it was his coming-out party. With his supposedly preternaturally high I.Q. (181, higher than Einstein’s) and capacious memory (where he stored the positions, annotations and analysis of a century’s worth of games, many played out while sitting at school), it was said that the child prodigy loathed losing and had just learned to do so without crying.
The Wonder Match
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