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loved this novel every bit as much as I savored the TV series, Who knew chess could be so freaking tense Also, Beth Harmon is a fascinating creation: a savant with deep scars, Charismatic and messy. Every page of the novel is alive with both possibility and dread, PS: Once again I simply forget to post my review here weeks ago, Trust me, this isn't a monthlong read, I devoured it in days, Gentle readers, I submit, for your rigorous inspection, the idea that Story is the most powerful technology ever devised by the human species, As you have no doubt considered the numerous fictions which hold our society together, i, e. the indomitable narrative that, circa Hobbes pushing Calvin into a mud hole to demonstrate the consequences of indulging fits of nihilistic pique writ large i, e. extrapolated to a governing principle of conduct, or in this case, a manner of conduct sans principles, has mercilessly castigated us for weaponizing intermittent bouts of solipsism as an expedient to virtuous alternatives i.
e. making damn sure none of our coarse pubic hair is adhering to the communal soap like the severed limbs of clingy Opiliones i, e. Grandaddy Long Legs who have been ripped from their families by an oily, alkaline block, and ground into a mass of twitchy femurs by repeatedly traversing both the sewage and entertainment districts of simian tool users, repeatedly, without contrition.
, before exiting the lavatory. , I shant belabor the point unless I do so parenthetically, I merely wish to suggest to you that the most powerful review is also a Story,

Having overexposed myself to certain Netflix program centering around the travails of a chess prodigy who struggles with chemical enslavement to high grade hippopotamus barbiturates and inferior or illicit whisky i.
e. Hooch i. e. Queens Gambit, I began to see certain parallels between me and the lead character, owing, perhaps, to cognitive deficits brought on by copious ingestion of byproducts associated with yeast fermentation i.
e. ogre swill and a recently acquired cognitive prosthesis i, e. an idea called Consilience i, e. the concept that seemingly disparate domains of systematized abstraction i, e. fields of knowledge possess a surprising amount of overlap, and that the balkanization of academic disciplines is a product, in the main, of any one individuals limited time and bandwidth, I surmised that, due to an inordinate amount of time spent both doing calculus and calculating how best to navigate the pitfalls of the Circus Modernity, i.
e. obtaining fruitful sexual congress with women attached to large, developed, nulliparous breasts which shout, from the ramparts of the world, their remarkable fecundity i, e. boobas, not aspirating masticated particulates of dead tissue stripped from the bones of muscular quadrupeds deep into my lungs and dying i, e. developing venison consumption, not falling head first through a glass table encumbered with “tasteful” erotic picture books in an attempt to answer the summons of a telemarketer while wearing only a bath towel, not producing my Glockand gutshooting someone loitering in the middle of the cereal isle.
Etc. , I would have certain natural advantages in a game consisting of iterated calculations, In fact, I reasoned, I could very well be the best chess player on earth based on how long I had contemplated Cellular Automata, i, e. a collection of "colored" cells on a grid of specified shape that evolves through a number of discrete time steps according to a set of rules based on the states of neighboring cells.
, and lately Wolframs Rulei, e. one such collection of discrete units obeying simple local rules which display aperiodic, chaotic behavior, it is no exaggeration to say that I have spent several months of my life watching black and white pixels marching across my screen while extremely effin high.


So it came to pass that I penetrated the paltry encryption of my dads highlevel, online chess account, i, e. correctly guessing that the password would be some combination of his name followed by the year of his birth, changed his screen name to something more suitable i, e.TotalFuckingJenicide, placed, as my avatar, the image of Lady Lilith i, e. an oil painting by one Dante Gabriel Rossetti and queued up, It wasnt long until I had my first match and cordial dialogue issued forth from my first victim,

CryingGandalf: nice to meet you glhf XD

TotalFuckingJenicide: Prepare to fucking die,

CryingGandalf: oh my

Its my move, Already my brain is on fire with past images of cellular automata devouring one another in John Conways Game of Life, i, e. a cellular automaton devised by the British mathematician John Horton Conway in, which, in addition to the fascinating property of having Turing completeness, i, e. a property that describes that a programming language, a simulation or a logical system is in principle suitable to solve every computing problem, can be counted upon to produce what could only be described as belligerent, pixelated bacterial flagellum which flock together and often kick off tremendous rows without provocation.


In keeping with the spirit of this my initial strategy unfolds,

. ee.
. Ke

Unbeknownst to me, this opening constitutes what is widely understood by chess aficionados to be the The Bongcloud Attack i, e. an unorthodox chess move that has surged in popularity after reigning world chess champion Magnus Carlsen used it in a competitive match, The name "Bongcloud" refers to cannabis use i, e. capsizing cannabinoid receptors in the brain with a tidal bong rip which makes you stagger into the bathroom and piss flaming hot Cheetos from the noisy flap on your brain stalk, with the implication that someone would have to be under the influence of drugs in order to make such a bad move.
The Bongcloud can also be seen as a taunt, with the implication that the user does not consider their opponent to be up to their level of skill, and so they balance the game out with an act of selfsabotage.


CryingGandalf: ROFL okay ill be ur nakamura :

TotalFuckingJenicide: PERISH!

My opponent begins to mirror my moves, I extrapolate the outcome of this memetic dance, This can only lead to the eradication of all future morphological potential in gridspace, I take a big pull from my flask and hiss between clenched mammalian dentition as the Rotgut sets off pork chop related grease fires in my gullet, I type feverishly.

TotalFuckingJenicide: Dont you see what youre doing, you idiot This isnt how the game is played! Those squares adjacent to my automata cant be occupied by yours, Fucking CHEATER!

CryingGandalf: Let me ask you something: Have you ever, while conducting Middleearth LARPing exercises with your dearest comrades in the mountains behind your childhood home whilst collectively hallucinating due to massive psilocybin ingestion, envisioned your enraged father cresting the nearest hill as the frontline lieutenant of Morgoth and shouted to your elven entourage, “Lo there, he who hath slain two of the High Kings of the Ñoldor, the Lord of Balrogs Gothmog approaches to besiege the Hidden City of Gondolin with his fiery whip, but I, Ecthelion, shall cast him into the fountain and douse his infernal flames forevermore.


TotalFuckingJenicide:

CryingGandalf: And as your friends and allies, who were significantly less discombobulated due to reasonable restrictions on how much of their macronutrient profile could accommodate mushroom consumption, fled into the surrounding woods at the fury of your fathers countenance and his white knuckled grip around a pair of jumper cables, did you nervously apprehend the situation and yet could only bolster yourself by channeling the great wizard Gandalf, striking the ground with your foam staff and shouting: “I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor.
You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun, Go back to the Shadow, ”

CryingGandalf: But this did not stop your dad from laying you low with those jumper cables and commencing to beat your ass so severely that your shoes were never found.
While all around you panicked voices receded into the old forest and you could only cry and shout: “Fly, you fools!” dnf!!! this book was written by a man so to have the main character who was EIGHT and sexually assaulted by the only black character in this book atwas absolutely disgusting.
even if you take out the fact that it was the black character doing it, having an eight year old be subjected to this literally only pages within the book or at all really is just fucking insane im not understanding how people rated itorafter that.
I hadn't heard much about "The Queen's Gambit", the book or the Netflix series, until last November, when two different colleagues insisted that I watch the show immediately, as the main character reminded them of me so much.
How, I wondered, could the story of a chess prodigy possibly make anyone think of me I am a beginner chess player I started teaching myself in lockdown: it sounded like an interesting way to keep my brain active when I couldnt focus on a book and the only pills I pop are iron supplements.
. . As it turns out, it was the vintage wardrobe, pointy chin and deadpan attitude that were strikingly similar, But by the time I realized that, I had binged the show and ferretted a copy of Tevis' novel as well as a lovely vintage Soviet chess set that would probably make my Russian exboyfriend green with envy.
I had heard of Tevis as a writer of essentially philosophical sciencefiction, and I was curious to see how someone who wrote "The Man Who Fell to Earth" would pull off what is essentially a feminist comingofage story.


I will not beat around the bush: I loved this book, The prose is lean and precise, yet manages to capture Beths thoughts and feelings beautifully, and I was instantly invested in her story and the very realistic evolution of her character.


When Beths mother dies in a car crash, she is sent to live in an orphanage in Kentucky, Life there is bland and boring to her until she meets the custodian, Mr, Shaibel, who plays chess by himself in the orphanage basement, Not one to take no for an answer, Beth hangs around until he accepts to teach her the game, and to the old mans surprise, she displays a natural gift for it.
He teaches her as much as he can, but besides chess, Beth has a fondness for the little green pills dispensed by the orphanage pharmacy, which predictably gets her in trouble.
. .

Beth is eventually adopted by a couple who turn out to be estranged, and she goes to live with her aloof but kind and openminded adoptive mother Alma Weathley, whom, upon finding out that her new daughter might just be a prodigy, becomes her de facto agent.
As Beth becomes an increasingly famous chess player, her relationship with pills and alcohol becomes harder and harder to manage, and haunts her just as much as she is haunted by her rivalry with the world champion, Vasily Borgov.


It was easy for me to root for Beth: shes an introvert who has a hard time socializing but gives everything to her

passion and her determination is admirable.
Her difficulties bonding with those she cares for was both heartbreaking but understandable, as is her slide with substances, I enjoyed the fact that while the sexism Beth has to deal with is often pointed out, it manages not to be didactic: Tevis simply highlights the situation Beth finds herself in and describes her annoyance with it.
For Beth, her gender is not a significant part of what she does, and she cant understand why everyone insists on making a big deal about it, And I loved, loved, loved the resolution,

I do think that a basic knowledge of the game of chess contributes to ones enjoyment of this novel, If I had read it before I started studying and playing myself, I might have found the game descriptions very tedious, but knowing the mechanics discussed in the text made those passages very interesting.
If game notations had been provided, I would have been tempted to set up my board and try them out,

There is something simple and straightforward about this book, in a way I find distinctive of modern American literature, and I loved that such trimmed prose can be used to describe complex characters and situations as well as they are in this little book.
If you liked the show, as it is an almost flawless adaptation of the book, you will definitely enjoy it, A fantastic novel about a unique and unforgettable character, While I enjoyed this book about a young orphan girl,
who became addicted to prescription medication
while at the same time became addicted to the game chess,
Grows into a brilliant world chess champion,
I found myself more interested in her drug addiction something that thank heavens I have no personal experience with, her history, and relationships than reading about the specific pieces on the board being played knights, ponds, rooks, queens, bishop, kings, check or checkmate.
. .
Id rather play the game an amateur chess player myself,
or watch the game be played rather than read about the black and white pieces being played,

Paul and I watched the first episode of the Netflix series last night I love the cast, and found it more emotionally fulfilling than the book,
I recognized the script from the book but didnt I feel the powerful emotions as much as I did in the series

So, this is a case where I am more excited about watching the series than about the book itself.


Yet, Im not sorry I read this slim book, . .
as it gave me a jumpstart into the storyline,

Book:.stars.
Beginning Series:stars. What an exhilarating read! Though, I must admit, I felt like the beginning of the book was stronger than the end, That said, the overall story was unique and fastpaced, And the characters, which if anyone knows me understands that's the most important aspect of a novel in my eyes, were flawed and realistic, which I absolutely loved,

Can't wait to watch the show!,