Po Bronson: A cook’s story

Po Bronson’s Why do I love these people struck a chord with me. I am glad to re-discover the chapter that affected me most – The Cook’s Story – online for free:

We’ve all lost something along the way.
In Jennifer Louie’s case, what she had lost was a belief that her family was a fundamentally essential thing, a meaningful purpose worth her devotion, a principle on which to build her life. Family is like Religion: there are all kinds, but when you get right down to it, you either believe, or you’re not sure, or you think it’s a crock of hooey. Jen had lost her belief. She had it in China, and she lost it when she came to America….


Bobby Fischer is gone

AFP reports that chess legend Bobby Fischer has died at the age of 64 from illness:

REYKJAVIK (AFP) — Chess legend Bobby Fischer, whose tortured genius earned him both worldwide acclaim and disdain, has died at the age of 64 at his home in Iceland.

“I can confirm that he died yesterday in his home due to an illness,” close friend Gardar Sverrisson told AFP. Fischer was reportedly hospitalised for a period last year.

Einar Einarsson, the chairman of a Fischer support group in Iceland, said the cause of death was kidney failure.

“He was not a man who wanted to seek medical attention. He didn’t believe in Western medicine,” Einarsson told AFP.

US-born Fischer, who made world headlines by defeating Soviet world champion Boris Spassky in a celebrated Cold War chess showdown in Reykjavik in 1972, took Icelandic citizenship in 2005 to avoid being deported to the United States.

He was wanted for breaking international sanctions by playing a chess match in Yugoslavia in 1992.

“Fischer could be called a pioneer of professional chess, some would say even the founder of professional chess,” former world champion Garry Kasparov told journalists in Moscow Friday, lamenting that he had never met his childhood hero.

Considered by some as the greatest chess player of all time, Fischer’s particular genius was a troubled one that saw his life run steadily downhill since his moment of glory at age 29.

He was said to have an IQ higher than Albert Einstein’s and once thought his gift would win him undying fortune. He would make extravagant demands over matches in a way more commonly seen in boxing.

But while the theatrics made him a celebrity — and are credited with helping him unnerve his opponents — he also succeeded in alienating himself from all but a small band of friends and chess enthusiasts.

Despite having a Jewish mother, Fischer was an outspoken anti-Semite, using broadcasts at far-flung radio stations to accuse Jews of everything from his legal woes to an alleged conspiracy to kill off elephants.

His anti-US rhetoric became equally inflammatory over the years.

“I think it’s … a great loss for chess that Fischer never tried to re-enter the world of chess and that the last 30 years of his life were marked by very odd, somehow politically unacceptable statements rather than a chess contribution,” Kasparov said.

In the 1972 “match of the century” in Iceland, Fischer, throwing regular tantrums over the position of cameras and the audience, relied on his own wit to end 24 years of Soviet chess supremacy by dethroning Spassky, who had by his side an army of Russian master strategists.

While watching that game, Kasparov said he had been most impressed by Fischer’s “dedication to the game of chess, his ability to sacrifice all his energy to win the game of chess and to make the difference in the world of chess.”

Fischer, whose chess education had consisted of locking himself in a room for days on end facing off against himself, refused to play again after his triumph and was stripped of his title in 1975.

His paranoia was reinforced in 1981 when his scruffy appearance made him a mistaken suspect in a California bank robbery. In another of his interviews on Filipino radio, Fischer accused the media of trying to “poison the public against me.”

“They constantly use the words eccentric, eccentric, eccentric, weird,” Fischer said. “I am boring. I am boring!”

He returned to chess in 1992 with a rematch against Spassky in Yugoslavia, then in the throes of the Balkan wars. At a press conference he spat on a US government notice warning him he was breaking sanctions and proceeded to defeat Spassky once again, winning more than three million dollars on which he boasted he would never pay tax.

He was back in the media spotlight on September 11, 2001 when he rang up a Filipino radio station to hail the “wonderful news” of the terrorist attacks on the United States and launch a profanity-laden anti-Jewish tirade.

“For two years of his life he completely and utterly dominated chess like no one has before,” said David Edmonds, who co-authored a book on the 1972 match, “Bobby Fischer Goes to War.”

On July 13, 2004, Fischer was taken into custody at Tokyo’s Narita airport for travelling on a passport which Washington said had been revoked.

With Japan deliberating for months on whether to send him to the United States, Iceland came to his rescue, granting him citizenship in tribute to his role in making the small island — and the game of chess — famous in 1972.

“He was quite happy to be in Iceland, but perhaps he felt a little bit trapped … since he could not travel. The US government was always after him,” Einarsson said Friday.

Fischer’s girlfriend, the head of the Japan Chess Association Miyoko Watai, visited him frequently in Iceland, Einarsson said.

Spassky continued to support Fischer despite the controversy. In an open letter he wrote he was ready to share a jail cell with him if Fischer was extradited to the United States.

“Just let us play chess,” said the twice-defeated Spassky.


It’s not the mountain, it’s the climb

From Soul Prints:

“It’s not the mountain, it’s the climb”

A true-life epic does not exhaust itself in grand finales or in what psychologist Abraham Maslow called peak experiences. It arises from the details of daily living. Most of life, after all, is a plateau and not a peak.

We are taught not to explore plateaus but to scale mountains, aiming only for the top. We become so focused on the summit that we no longer experience the echo of each footstep along the way. We laud this type of living, calling it strategic, effective and goal-oriented. We ignore the precious and profound pleasure of the climb.

To make matters worse, we focus not on reaching the top of our own private mountain — everyone can and should have a personal Sinai – but on reaching the top of the mountain.

When the urge to compete motivates your climb, then your story by definition is determined only in relationship to somebody else’s story. It is the word ‘only’ that makes that situation so problematic.

Who remembers the runner-up for the Oscar, the underbidder on the contract, the loser in congressional campaign? Competition both focuses us on a story not our own– and even without our own story it focuses us only on the result.

Process becomes a necessary evil, a means that has no value toward an end that has supreme meaning.

…When we tell our children’s stories, we tell of their successes and first place finishes. We rarely acknowledge their near misses and surely try to exorcise their failures and defeats. What makes this custom so pernicious is that children’s academic and competitive public achievements are all that are celebrated.

When was the last time you heard someone say: ‘My child had a bad fall off his bike. He’s had to do therapy for the last six months and he had done a wonderful job.’? Yet falls and recovery are what life is all about…

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