[This review has been submitted for publication in
KingPin Magazine.]
Tal-Botvinnik 1960: Match For The World Chess
Championship
by Mikhail Tal, trans. Hanon Russell. pub. Russell
Enterprises 1996
iv+214 pp.
What do you mean, you haven’t read Tal’s book of the
first match with Botvinnik? I admit I hadn’t before, although I
knew it is a common choice for the top ten chess books ever
written. The book itself starts with a confession:
“I must confess to the readers that my spirits, right
up until the beginning of the match, were not too high” (Game
1)
Just 21 games, and many draws, but this book was every
bit as good as I had heard.The joy of this book is the feeling that
Tal is genuinely revealing to you his preparation for and thinking
during a game, warts and all.
I have a view that if a picture is worth a thousand
words, then a paragraph of explanation of a position is worth a
thousand moves in analysis. Some of the merits of this book are
apparent on opening a page at random: the ratio of chess moves to
words is weighted strongly in favour of the latter. While Tal does
not ignore analytical complexities it is not these that he has been
concerned to record – it is a much more human record of hopes,
fears and frustrations. Each game begins with his reflections on
the match situation and choice of opening, which decades later
still retains a sense of excitement. He is rather sparing with his
“!” “?” and “+/-“, reflecting this same stylistic bias, but the
search for crucial moments and oversights seems no less
self-critical and rigorous for all that.
“…I was terrified to notice that the intended
defense (…) does “not quite” work in view of … mate in one!”
(Game 16)
In this era of PR and soundbites, where Kasparov’s
relationship to historical truth seems less than intimate, Tal’s
openness and self-criticism are both engaging and illuminating.
Tal’s writing style is also hugely enjoyable, being
breezy and conversational – there are many uses of quotation marks
(as above) where he is speaking metaphorically or colloquially, and
which I assume are true to the original.
The moves are recorded in long algebraic, together with
the times of moves which is often revealing. This edition has a
distinctive and attractive layout, and is enhanced by the inclusion
of several contemporary photos.
Nitpicks: there are a few minor spelling errors which can
mostly be ignored, but I was amused to see Botvinnik’s choice as
Black in Game 7: the Cann-Kann Defence (Offenbach-Orpheus, Paris
1900). Emanuel Sztein contributes a colourful but rather disjointed
introduction which says as much about politics as Tal. One might
look forward to the day when biographies of Western players include
summaries of their various stances on the excesses of
capitalism.
Dave Regis
P.S. If the editor fancies more reviews which lay into new books,
he’d better find fewer publications like this one. Where is Ray
Keene when you need him?


















