[Dated September 12, 2011]Tapping the key nervously on the counter, Florence Vassey looks around the hotel lobby. The press isn’t here which is a blessing right now because neither Anatoly or she have anything to say to them, but looking around she's struck by how... foreign it is to her, so strange. At least in Merano she had been able to guess at ( Read more... )

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( Not much is known, Of early days of chess, Beyond a fairly vague report-- )

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[1974]Freddie was in a mood. After two years she'd gotten pretty good at recognizing them, and usually she could funnel them into practice, or the next game, but tonight he wasn't having it. She'd spent hours studying the records and games of his next opponent and she was working hard to replicate his playing style during their practice. It was the ( Read more... )