I hadn’t thought it could be done [or at least, that I’d do it], but I spent the better part of seven hours last evening frantically refreshing the browser, desperate to catch each move of the 9th game in the Anand-Topalov world championship title match. If you haven’t already, try replaying the game here — this is chess as blood sport, with ingenuity and human frailty [who, for instance, would have thought that Anand, who around move 20 had 30 minutes more than his rival on his clock, would run into time trouble and in his hurry, miss what seemed a winning move?] on display in equal measure in a game where the two combatants took turns to dominate before the game finally came to an exhausted standstill.
Unrelated — earlier posts, on Feynman and Kasparov. Also read, chess with Kubrick.
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