Watson's
new book has been in the works for a long time.
Whenever I'd call him, he'd be slaving over it.
Months went by and still the poor guy ground out
one page after another, trying to reach the unreachable
as he lusted, clawed and typed his way towards
perfection.
Of course, reality reared its ugly
head on several occasions. Self-loathing set in
when John realized that he hated everything he
had done--this lengthened the writing process
by a couple of years when he trashed it and started
from scratch. Next came Gambit's refusal to place
his work in two 350 page volumes. Instead, they
settled for the single 272 pager that's now available
at a store (or modem) near you.
Having always considered Watson
to be one of the best chess writers in the world
as far as opening theory was concerned, I was
positive he could translate that talent into other
areas of the game. Now, having finally gotten
a copy, and after having devoured it from cover
to cover, I can say that his actual accomplishment
far exceeded the bar that I had set for him. In
fact, he did too good a job!
How, you may ask, can an author
do too good a job? Well, he stepped beyond the
boundaries of the "good old boy" network
by offering up information that was supposed to
stay secret. By doing so, he's made liars and
fools out of most masters, and he's confused the
chess-playing masses to such a degree that teaching
the game may never be the same again!
All chess books fit into neat categories:
they show master games, they try to teach you
something about the opening, middlegame or endgame,
or they overwhelm your senses with the strong
scents and sounds of chess history. Watson's book
does a little of the latter, but it also sets
itself apart from the rest by attempting to smash
down the long-revered house of holy chess doctrines.
An atheist and pragmatist, John
attacks our ideas of what we think is true with
a relish, logic and verve that leaves us empty,
bereaved and grasping for something solid to hold
onto.
"Throw all those chess rules
in the garbage!" screams our anti-hero.
"Everything you've been told
is a lie!" he intones in a voice that borders
on the reverential.
"Great players become great
only when they can free themselves from the shackles
of dogma!" Hey! Didn't I say that first?
At this point, I'm confusing myself to no end.
Is the good Mr. Watson a maniac?
Does he have any idea what he's talking about?
Though I would like to cover the tracks of "rule
mongers" like myself, John doesn't leave
good enough alone with his doctrine of chess chaos.
Instead, he systematically proves his contentions
word by word, chapter by chapter.
I can only guess that this chess
anti-Christ doesn't quite understand what he's
doing to the ordinary player. There's poor Joe
Chess: He learns the basic rules, and takes to
heart the golden bits of advice that we all grew
up on: "Avoid bad bishops!" scream the
classicists. Watson quotes grandmaster Suba: "Bad
bishops protect good pawns." He then implores
us to give those bad bishops the love they so
desperately deserve.
"Always attack a pawn
chain at its base." is another pearl of wisdom
handed down to us from the high priests of chess
understanding. Watson shows us why such a line
of pawns should often be attacked at the head
of the chain!
And on an on it goes: backward
pawns turn out to be good, doubled pawns are virtually
money in the bank, you should sacrifice a pawn
for positional considerations in at least 50%
of your games and, to shorten a very long list--knights
(surprise!) should always be placed on the rim.
Would Joe Chess survive the destruction
of everything he holds dear?
It's said that a disciple once
asked Jesus why he never talked about the Ten
Commandments and instead concentrated on espousing
a philosophy of love. His reply: "If a person
understands the nature of reality then no commandments
are necessary. But if a person doesn't understand
what's really happening, then ten times ten times
ten commandments won't be enough."
This gets to the core of what's
happening in chess, and why writers such as myself
are often looked upon as priests--as handlers
of the holy chess truths. Now this renegade international
master has exposed me (and others of my ilk!)
as a false priest. Deliberately offering recommendations
that will soothe your ups and downs in the chess
world, trusting players grasp onto our words as
gospel and, as a result, become trapped in our
webs of half-truths and pompous promises. Watson,
like Nimzowitsch before him, tries to set you
free by force-feeding you information that you
may not be ready for. Indeed, after reading Watson's
ground breaking tome, you may toss the book into
the fire and feverishly dream of simpler, more
innocent days when the full, horrifying import
of Watson's words weren't downloaded into your
brain.
Like a snake with an apple on its
head, Watson lures you to his side with beautifully
presented facts, wonderful examples, sharp humor
and more original prose than I've ever seen in
this class of book. In Part One, he sets you up
by discussing familiar ideas. Part Two tears your
world down with chapters like "The New Morality
of Bad Bishops" and "Rule Independence:
the demise of the general rule."
This is not a book of instruction!
He isn't teaching you anything (though, ironically,
you will learn a lot!). Instead, he wants you
to be aware of how chess should really be played.
He wants you to think on your own and step beyond
what you've been told. Backing his arguments up
by numbers and percentages, the fact-numbed reader
might think that he has no other option than to
acquiesce to Watson's point of view. But is Watson's
truth beneficial to non-professional players?
I honestly don't think it is. Beginners, needing
a foundation upon which to start, should embrace
those rules and ignore John's intellectual ravings.
Stronger players, however, will do themselves
a favor by savoring everything Watson has said,
and running it all through their mind for quite
a long time.
Having had fun with my good friend,
I must say that I'm amazed at how good this book
really is. No, it's not a book of instruction,
but it's one hell of a fine read and promises
you a deep glimpse into philosophical areas previously
reserved for the chess elite.
It also pleases me to think how,
having trashed the very precepts of "chess
religion," he risks creating one of his own
(the sweet irony!).
In my mind, this has already won
the 1999 Book of the Year.
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