From D.Regis@exeter.ac.uk Mon Dec 2 13:33:20 1996 Subject: Re: Guioco Piano notes To: firstname.lastname@example.org (Andrew Lord) Date: Mon, 2 Dec 1996 13:33:18 +0000 (GMT) Hi Andrew > I've just got addicted to chess Sympathy: there is no cure... > I'm stuck on a problem with a Guiuco Piano line. I got as far > as: > > 1. e4 e5 > 2. Nf3 Nc6 > 3. Bc4 Bc5 > 4. c3 Nf6 > 5. d4 exd4 > 6. cxd4 Bb4+ > 7. Nc3 Nxe4 > 8. 0-0 BxN > 9. d5 > > Then you say some black options don't work, including 9...Ne5 > You cite a progression: > > 9. ... Ne5 > 10. bxc3 NxB > 11. Qd4 > > You then have black playing 11. ... f5 to protect one of the > attacked Knights, allowing the white Queen to take the other > one. Instead why can't black simply play 11. ... Ncd6? I can't > see a way after this for white to win the piece back. Interesting - the verdict on 11...f5 I think has stood for 100 years, until now! - but the best move probably isn't 11...Ncd6, or 11...f5, but 11...0-0. Let's see: after 9...Ne5 10.bxc3 Nxc4 11.Qd4 Black can play instead of 11...f5: [A] 11...Ncd6(?) White doesn't get the piece back but seems to get a strong attack through 12.Qxg7 Qf6 13.Qxf6 Nxf6 14.Re1+ Kf8 15.Bh6+ Kg8 16.Re5 Nfe4 17.Re7 as in Durao-Ferrera, 1994; [B] 11...0-0(!) 12.Qxc4 (12.Qxe4 b5 13.a4 c6 14.axb5 cxb5 15.Qd4 Nb6 16.Be3 d6 and White has nothing, as in a Dzindzhikashvili-Karpov rapid game) 12...Nd6 And maybe White's best try is now 13.Qd3, according to Gufeld and Stesko. I'll make a note on the page. Thanks for your prompt: if nothing else, I've discovered that these old lines are far from played out! May your pieces harmonise with your Pawn structure and your sacrifices be sound in all variations D _ / "()/~ Dave Regis &8^D* WWW: http://www.ex.ac.uk/~dreg../chess.html || \_/| = DrDave on BICS ~\ / "...what else exists in the world but chess?" _|||__SHEU: ~/sheu.html -- NABOKOV
"O Life, what art thou? Life seldom answers this question. But her silence is of little consequence, for schoolmasters and other men of good will are well qualified to answer for her. She is, they inform us, a game. Which game ? Bagatelle ? No, Life is serious, so not bagatelle, but any game that . , . er . . . is not a game of mere chance ; not Baccarat, but Chess ; or, in moderation, Bridge ; yes, or better still, Football with its goals and healthy open-air atmosphere and its esprits de corps"
"Games of mere chance must, it is true, be excluded from this charge. They have abandoned any pretence of Free Will, and consequently their irony is too mechanical to be endorsed by Life’s ; Life may also be mere chance, but she has evolved the imposing doctrine of effort and reward to obscure her purposelessness, and any game that mirrors her must do the same. Let us therefore turn to games of skill, and in the first place to Chess.
"I play the Evans.
"The invention of a naval officer, the Evans Gambit is noted for its liquidity. A heavy current rapidly sets in from the south- west and laps against the foundations of Black’s King’s Bishop’s Pawn. The whole surface of the board breaks into whirlpools. But sooner or later out of this marine display there rises a familiar corpse. It is mine. Oh, what have I been doing, what have I been doing ? The usual thing. Premature attack, followed by timidity. Oh, why didn’t I move out my Rook’s Pawn ? Be- cause as always I was misled by superficial emotions. No, not as always. It must be that the Evans doesn’t suit my style. Henceforward I play Old Stodge.
"I do so. There is nothing liquid about Old Stodge. He smacks of the soil. On either side runs a dreary ridge of Knights and Bishops. Between them is a plain (whence the term of Giuoco Piano) where the Pawns butt one another like rams. The powers of earth move slowly to the shock, then topple over with alternate and uninspiring thuds. It’s supposed to be an exchange, But when the lines of the new landscape emerge from the dust, what familiar corpse is disclosed ? Mine. Oh, what have I been doing ? The usual thing. My character has come out. If I go down to the depths of the sea, it is there ; if I seek . the heart of the hills it is there also. Chess, which severely eliminates accident, is a forcing house where the fruits of character can ripen more fully than in Life. In Life we can always blame the unknowable for our failures, wave the hand to some horizon, shake the fist at some star. But surely when we make the same mistakes in the Evans, Old Stodge, the choice of a tie, a row in the office and a love affair, the same defect must be to blame — character ; for which, the men of goodwill hasten to remind us, we are entirely and eternally responsible.
"Since there are these two elements in life, the uncontrollable and that which we are supposed to control ; and since games of chance exaggerate the former and Chess the latter — what game reflects their actual proportion ? "
EM FORSTER Abinger Harvest