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The Queen's Gambit: Now a Major Netflix Drama (W&N Essentials) (English Edition) Format Kindle
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NOW A MAJOR NETFLIX SERIES starring Anya Taylor-Joy from Academy-Award nominee Scott Frank and BAFTA nominee Allan Scott
'Superb' Time Out
'Gripping' Financial Times
'Sheer entertainment. It is a book I reread every few years - for the pure pleasure and skill of it' Michael Ondaatje
'Don't pick this up if you want a night's sleep' Scotsman
When she is sent to an orphanage at the age of eight, Beth Harmon soon discovers two ways to escape her surroundings, albeit fleetingly: playing chess and taking the little green pills given to her and the other children to keep them subdued. Before long, it becomes apparent that hers is a prodigious talent, and as she progresses to the top of the US chess rankings she is able to forge a new life for herself. But she can never quite overcome her urge to self-destruct. For Beth, there's more at stake than merely winning and losing.
'Few novelists have written about genius - and addiction - as acutely as Walter Tevis' The Telegraph
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BETH LEARNED OF HER MOTHER'S DEATH FROM A WOMAN WITH A clipboard. The next day her picture appeared in the Herald-Leader. The photograph, taken on the porch of the gray house on Maplewood Drive, showed Beth in a simple cotton frock. Even then, she was clearly plain. A legend under the picture read: "Orphaned by yesterday's pile-up on New Circle Road, Elizabeth Harmon surveys a troubled future. Elizabeth, eight, was left without family by the crash, which killed two and injured others. At home alone at the time, Elizabeth learned of the accident shortly before the photo was taken. She will be well looked after, authorities say."
In the Methuen Home in Mount Sterling, Kentucky, Beth was given a tranquilizer twice a day. So were all the other children, to "even their dispositions." Beth's disposition was all right, as far as anyone could see, but she was glad to get the little pill. It loosened something deep in her stomach and helped her doze away the tense hours in the orphanage.
Mr. Fergussen gave them the pills in a little paper cup. Along with the green one that evened the disposition, there were orange and brown ones for building a strong body. The children had to line up to get them.
The tallest girl was the black one, Jolene. She was twelve. On her second day Beth stood behind her in Vitamin Line, and Jolene turned to look down at her, scowling. "You a real orphan or a bastard?"
Beth did not know what to say. She was frightened. They were at the back of the line, and she was supposed to stand there until they got up to the window where Mr. Fergussen stood. Beth had heard her mother call her father a bastard, but she didn't know what it meant.
"What's your name, girl?" Jolene asked.
"Your mother dead? What about your daddy?"
Beth stared at her. The words "mother" and "dead" were unbearable. She wanted to run, but there was no place to run to.
"Your folks," Jolene said in a voice that was not unsympathetic, "they dead?"
Beth could find nothing to say or do. She stood in line terrified, waiting for the pills.
"You're all greedy cocksuckers!" It was Ralph in the Boys' Ward who shouted that. She heard it because she was in the library and it had a window facing Boys'. She had no mental image for "cocksucker," and the word was strange. But she knew from the sound of it they would wash his mouth out with soap. They'd done it to her for "damn"--and Mother had said "Damn" all the time.
The barber made her sit absolutely still in the chair. "If you move, you might just lose an ear." There was nothing jovial in his voice. Beth sat as quietly as she could, but it was impossible to keep completely still. It took him a very long time to cut her hair into the bangs they all wore. She tried to occupy herself by thinking of that word, "cocksucker." All she could picture was a bird, like a woodpecker. But she felt that was wrong.
The janitor was fatter on one side than on the other. His name was Shaibel. Mr. Shaibel. One day she was sent to the basement to clean the blackboard erasers by clomping them together, and she found him sitting on a metal stool near the furnace scowling over a green-and-white checkerboard in front of him. But where the checkers should be there were little plastic things in funny shapes. Some were larger than others. There were more of the small ones than any of the others. The janitor looked up at her. She left in silence.
On Friday, everybody ate fish, Catholic or not. It came in squares, breaded with a dark, brown, dry crust and covered with a thick orange sauce, like bottled French dressing. The sauce was sweet and terrible, but the fish beneath it was worse. The taste of it nearly gagged her. But you had to eat every bite, or Mrs. Deardoriff would be told about you and you wouldn't get adopted.
Some children got adopted right off. A six-year-old named Alice had come in a month after Beth and was taken in three weeks by some nice-looking people with an accent. They walked through the ward on the day they came for Alice. Beth had wanted to throw her arms around them because they looked happy to her, but she turned away when they glanced at her. Other children had been there a long time and knew they would never leave. They called themselves "lifers." Beth wondered if she was a lifer.
Gym was bad, and volleyball was the worst. Beth could never hit the ball right. She would slap at it fiercely or push at it with stiff fingers. Once she hurt her finger so much that it swelled up afterward. Most of the girls laughed and shouted when they played, but Beth never did.
Jolene was the best player by far. It wasn't just that she was older and taller; she always knew exactly what to do, and when the ball came high over the net, she could station herself under it without having to shout at the others to keep out of her way, and then leap up and spike it down with a long, smooth movement of her arm. The team that had Jolene always won.
The week after Beth hurt her finger, Jolene stopped her when gym ended and the others were rushing back to the showers. "Lemme show you something," Jolene said. She held her hands up with the long fingers open and slightly flexed. "You do it like this." She bent her elbows and pushed her hands up smoothly, cupping an imaginary ball. "Try it."
Beth tried it, awkwardly at first. Jolene showed her again, laughing. Beth tried a few more times and did it better. Then Jolene got the ball and had Beth catch it with her fingertips. After a few times it got to be easy.
"You work on that now, hear?" Jolene said and ran off to the shower.
Beth worked on it over the next week, and after that she did not mind volleyball at all. She did not become good at it, but it wasn't something she was afraid of anymore.
Every Tuesday, Miss Graham sent Beth down after Arithmetic to do the erasers. It was considered a privilege, and Beth was the best student in the class, even though she was the youngest. She did not like the basement. It smelled musty, and she was afraid of Mr. Shaibel. But she wanted to know more about the game he played on that board by himself.
One day she went over and stood near him, waiting for him to move a piece. The one he was touching was the one with a horse's head on a little pedestal. After a second he looked up at her with a frown of irritation. "What do you want, child?" he said.
Normally she fled from any human encounter, especially with grownups, but this time she did not back away. "What's that game called?" she asked.
He stared at her. "You should be upstairs with the others."
She looked at him levelly; something about this man and the steadiness with which he played his mysterious game helped her to hold tightly to what she wanted. "I don't want to be with the others," she said. "I want to know what game you're playing."
He looked at her more closely. Then he shrugged. "It's called chess."
A bare light bulb hung from a black cord between Mr. Shaibel and the furnace. Beth was careful not to let the shadow of her head fall on the board. It was Sunday morning. They were having chapel upstairs in the library, and she had held up her hand for permission to go to the bathroom and then come down here. She had been standmg, watching the janitor play chess, for ten minutes. Neither of them had spoken, but he seemed to accept her presence.
He would stare at the pieces for minutes at a time, motionless, looking at them as though he hated them, and then reach out over his belly, pick one up by its top with his fingertips, hold it for a moment as though holding a dead mouse by the tail and set it on another square. He did not look up at Beth.
Beth stood with the black shadow of her head on the concrete floor at her feet and watched the board, not taking her eyes from it, watching every move.
She had learned to save her tranquilizers until night. That helped her sleep. She would put the oblong pill in her mouth when Mr. Fergussen handed it to her, get it under her tongue, take a sip of the canned orange juice that came with the pill, swallow, and then when Mr. Fergussen had gone on to the next child, take the pill from her mouth and slip it into the pocket of her middy blouse. The pill had a hard coating and did not soften in the time it sat under her tongue.
For the first two months she had slept very little. She tried to, lying still with her eyes tightly shut. But she would hear the girls in the other beds cough or turn or mutter, or a night orderly would walk down the corridor and the shadow would cross her bed and she would see it, even with her eyes closed. A distant phone would ring, or a toilet would flush. But worst of all was when she heard voices talking at the desk at the end of the corridor. No matter how softly the orderly spoke to the night attendant, no matter how pleasantly, Beth immediately found herself tense and fully awake. Her stomach contracted, she tasted vinegar in her mouth; and sleep would be out of the question for that night.
Now she would snuggle up in bed, allowing herself to feel the tension in her stomach with a thrill, knowing it would soon leave her. She waited there in the dark, alone, monitoring herself, waiting for the turmoil in her to peak. Then she swallowed the two pills and lay back until the ease began to spread through her body like the waves of a warm sea.
"Will you teach me?"
Mr. Shaibel said nothing, did not even register the question with a movement of his head. Distant voices from above were singing "Bringing in the Sheaves."
She waited for several minutes. Her voice almost broke with the effort of her words, but she pushed them out, anyway: "I want to learn to play chess."
Mr. Shaibel reached out a fat hand to one of the larger black pieces, picked it up deftly by its head and set it down on a square at the other side of the board. He brought the hand back and folded his arms across his chest. He still did not look at Beth. "I don't play strangers."
The flat voice had the effect of a slap in the face. Beth turned and left, walking upstairs with the bad taste in her mouth.
"I'm not a stranger," she said to him two days later. "I live here." Behind her head a small moth circled the bare bulb, and its pale shadow crossed the board at regular intervals. "You can teach me. I already know some of it, from watching."
"Girls don't play chess." Mr. Shaibel's voice was flat.
She steeled herself and took a step closer, pointing at, but not touching, one of the cylindrical pieces that she had already labeled a cannon in her imagination. "This one moves up and down or back and forth. All the way, if there's space to move in.
Mr. Shaibel was silent for a while. Then he pointed at the one with what looked like a slashed lemon on top. "And this one?"
Her heart leapt. "On the diagonals."
You could save up pills by taking only one at night and keeping the other. Beth put the extras in her toothbrush holder, where nobody would ever look. She just had to make sure to dry the toothbrush as much as she could with a paper towel after she used it, or else not use it at all and rub her teeth clean with a finger.
That night for the first time she took three pills, one after the other. Little prickles went across the hairs on the back of her neck; she had discovered something important. She let the glow spread all over her, lying on her cot in her faded blue pajamas in the worst place in the Girls' Ward, near the door to the corridor and across from the bathroom. Something in her life was solved: she knew about the chess pieces and how they moved and captured, and she knew how to make herself feel good in the stomach and in the tense joints of her arms and legs, with the pills the orphanage gave her.
"Okay, child," Mr. Shaibel said. "We can play chess now. I play White."
She had the erasers. It was after Arithmetic, and Geography was in ten minutes. "I don't have much time," she said. She had learned all the moves last Sunday, during the hour that chapel allowed her to be in the basement. No one ever missed her at chapel, as long as she checked in, because of the group of girls that came from Children's, across town. But Geography was different. She was terrified of Mr. Schell, even though she was at the top of the class.
The janitor's voice was flat. "Now or never," he said.
"I have Geography . . ."
"Now or never."
She thought only a second before deciding. She had seen an old milk crate behind the furnace. She dragged it to the other end of the board, seated herself and said, "Move."
He beat her with what she was to learn later was called the Scholar's Mate, after four moves. It was quick, but not quick enough to keep her from being fifteen minutes late for Geography. She said she'd been in the bathroom.
Mr. Schell stood at the desk with his hands on his hips. He surveyed the class. "Have any of you young ladies seen this young lady in the ladies'?"
There were subdued giggles. No hands were raised, not even Jolene's, although Beth had lied for her twice.
"And how many of you ladies were in the ladies' before class?"
There were more giggles and three hands.
"And did any of you see Beth there? Washing her pretty little hands, perhaps?"
There was no response. Mr. Schell turned back to the board, where he had been listing the exports of Argentina, and added the word "silver." For a moment Beth thought it was done with. But then he spoke, with his back to the class. "Five demerits," he said. --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition kindle_edition.
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- ASIN : B0118GQM1A
- Éditeur : Weidenfeld & Nicolson (14 avril 2016)
- Langue : Anglais
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- Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 258 pages
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L'histoire est la même dans le livre que dans la série. Peut-être que la série qui a le temps pour elle, creuse un peu plus les personnages de même qu'elle évite le sujet des relations sexuelles qui sont parfois abordées dans le livre mais qui n'apportent rien à l'histoire (ça n'est pas la passion de l'héroïne).
J'ai lu ce livre après avoir vu et revu la série sur Netflix. Le livre est intéressant pour montrer le point de départ et la trame du scénario.
- it makes the title awkward to see on the Kindle,
- the book predates the series and not the other way round,
- the title looks like an ad of very bad taste.
But the mention of the Netflix series begs for a comparison.
The book conveys Beth's internal conflict with more depth, which was to be expected from a book, but I also think the series was over-edulcorated for the wider audience. The beginning of the series mostly matches the story, at the exception of a few unnecessary additions and a few mistakes. But an entire section describing Beth's struggle with addiction and picking herself up after a defeat is mostly absent from the series. The reason behind this defeat is important because its nature is the cause of this descent to Hell; in the series it's been completely changed to a random fact invented by the film maker to attract more viewers.
The series isn't bad, but puts suggestive sex and fantasy where the book deals with deeper psychological issues.
The book is easy to read, though. There is a good share of descriptive and introversion, but the style is direct and punctuated with a lot of "action", and a lot of chess of course. The author went into a lot of trouble describing the strategy and tactics of the games, and what a good player perceives during those games, which could be most interesting for non-players because it gives them a chance to understand people who play it - and why they love that game.
For that reason, I wouldn't hesitate to recommend it to non-players; they just need to be aware that this is a pure fictional character (and not inspired by Bobby Fischer or other celebrities, contrary to what some have claimed), and that most real players have a balanced life and don't go through those conflicts.
To the question "Should I read the book if I have seen the series?" I would definitely answer "Yes!"
I would have liked to see diagrams of some of the games, actually, I'm sure the author had them, but it's not always possible to reconstruct the positions from the description (or at least it's too high-level for me).
I appreciated very much this novel.
Quelques très petites différences entre le livre et la série, qui est plus insistante sur la vie sentimentale et mentale que le livre. Les coups d'échecs sont plus détaillés dans le livre, c'est normal mais jamais excessif. Lecture facile de ce livre en anglais classique, agréable complément de plaisir après la série où l'actrice est fabuleuse donnant une richesse à la série tout en respectant la principale ligne de prodigieuse joueuse d'échecs.
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Set in the 50s/60s, its the story of Beth Harmon, orphaned at 8 years of age and sent to Mount Sterling Orphanage in Kentucky. The lucky ones eventually get adopted and shortly after arriving Beth hopes it happens to her soon. She doesnt like the orphanage or the staff. She feels alone. The orphanage has a policy of tranquilizing the kids twice a day and its not long before Beth becomes addicted, a trait that will follow here throughout the book as she battles later also with alcohol addiction.
When Beth one day is sent to the basement on an errand, she sees the janitor playing chess and she is immediately fascinated. As she watches she quickly begins to understand the workings of the game. When her visit becomes a regular thing she eventually persuades the janitor to teach and let her play chess and he soon realizes that she is a natural and that they have a potential genius on their hands.
Beth is eventually adopted but despite this, still feels completely alone and chess is her only escape, the one thing that she is really good at. Despite not having a chess board in her new home she plays games in her head. She has a natural gift to envisage a game and go through all the permutations of it.
Eventually Beth does get a board, scrapes the money together to start entering local tournaments and soon wipes all before her, becoming first state champion and then American champion.
The ultimate test is in Russia though, where all the best players are, that is her ultimate goal. Travel to Moscow and play the best to become world champion. Easier said than done, especially when her early addiction has stayed with her and she uses tranquilizers regularly to sleep and relieve stress.
This is for sure something different and may sound like you need an interest in chess to enjoy this but you really dont. I played chess in my youth but havent played in years and only played at a very basic level but I enjoyed this one immensely. Beth is the star of the show here, with chess as her vehicle. She nots a particularly likeable character. She is quite aloof, few friends and socially awkward, she comes across as extremely selfish at times but despite this you will be rooting for her throughout. Im still undecided whether her character traits are borne from nurture or nature. Either way she is a fascinating character.
This one did suck me in and I was lost in it all the way through. Some may find it to chess heavy for their tastes but I loved it. Highly recommended.
We have excitement, romance, changes of scene and a wonderful celebration of a very special game. It has its predictable elements but I can only agree with those who find it as absorbing as a good thriller. I feel tentative about seeing the filming of this novel, since it could easily be heavy-handed, but I expect i shall take the risk. Strip away imagined pretensions and enjoy a fine narrative.
I enjoyed this book. I know enough to be able to follow most of the game-play (though not to the level that Beth does and I can't play games in my head). But I get the notation and the terminology and I can follow Beth's thought processes. Which is why I enjoyed the book. I did expect more about Beth herself and the ending felt a bit flat to me and I suspect it might be totally unsatisfying to somebody who has never played the game. But then frankly I'd be amazed if a non-player got that far. - they'd find the book dry and tedious, I expect.
Maybe the book/series will ignite a resurgence in the popularity of what is an amazing game. I do hope so. This was a great read, but I doubt it will appeal that much to no-chess-players.