Today, I went downtown Florence for my last minute Christmas shopping and I stopped for a while at laFeltrinelli bookstore in Via Cerretani. Among other things, I just took a look at the chess books. Not many survived the Internet revolution (about a dozen), and only a few of them (pictured above on the left) were placed on the second shelf of a wall bookcase mostly devoted to hobbies and leisures. Many things have changed throughout the years, and cookbooks are nowadays far more fashionable than chess treaties. But what a joy to see that General Ugo Pasquinelli’s everlasting handbook “ABC degli Scacchi” (The ABC of Chess Game), which first edition was in 1927, still stands over others as a monolith. Well, maybe his analysis were not always irreproachable, but whenever you read his words of admiration for the metaphysics of Morphy, Capablanca, Alekhine and Lasker, you really could feel and understand why Tarrasch once wrote that “Chess, like love, like music, has the power to make men happy”.
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Showing posts with label Chess Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chess Books. Show all posts
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Blowin’ in the Wind
Monday, June 5, 2017
Ad multos annos!
It seems almost a lifetime has passed by when the first issue of the Šahovski Informator/Chess Informant appeared in the late autumn of 1966. In the meantime, the world changed a lot, but the mythical Serbian book somehow survived the Internet, and its last issue (No. 131) was published on April 2017.
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居文君 (Jū Wénjūn) wasn’t even born yet when Robert James “Bobby” Fischer and Boris Vasilievich Spassky almost exclusively depended on the then Yugoslavian periodical book, and now she is one of the stars shining in the Šahovski Informator/Chess Informant’s last issue. All Photos: sohu.com.
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Thursday, May 12, 2016
御史台 (Censorate)
But from a human point of view there always can happen an even more disastrous kind of disaster, that’s when Salieri wants to author Mozart’s music.
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Quem recitas meus est, o Fidentine, libellus:
sed male cum recitas, incipit esse tuus. The book that you recite from, Fidentinus, is my own. But when you read it badly, it belongs to you alone. I versi che tu reciti, o Fidentino, son miei; ma siccome li reciti male, ecco diventano tuoi. |
Martial, Epigrams, Book 1, XXXVIII
English translation by Susan McLean
Italian translation by Holden Caulfield
English translation by Susan McLean
Italian translation by Holden Caulfield
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
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