G R A N D M A S T E R

Part 17 of T H E R O A D

by Jude Acers (proofed and transcribed by Derek Bridges)

 

It is only good fortune that found me in San Francisco when memorable exhibitions by the world-famous players happened. Raymond Conway was the new director of the Mechanics Institute chess room and motioned to me as I was checking the wallboard for a lady’s top-secret message. He said that Svetozar Gligorich was arriving at San Francisco International Airport in the morning. Would I like to go with Charles Bagby to meet the grandmaster? Would I! No greater chess writer or legend or favorite existed in the entire world for me. The same for Bobby Fischer. We both call him “Gligo.” And he is the most loved of all grandmasters.

That night I thumbed through a dozen volumes to refresh my memory about the man that I had waited more than a decade to encounter. What I read was very hard to believe possible. How had Gligorich even survive all these years while playing so many great games, more international games than any chessplayer has ever played? It was then that I decided to ask him to make a special lecture for the crowd at the Mechanics Institute. I could have my demonstration chessboard and chessmen down to the chess club in the morning.

I already knew what game would be perfect for a Svetozar Gligorich lecture and searched “Chess Informant” for the game score. I sent over each move carefully beneath the lamp that Albert Raymond used during the day to repair machinery in his tiny hotel room. All night long I went over the game, taking apart all the complicated variations so that the grandmaster would be easy to understand.

“That must be really something, quite a game!” said Albert Raymond as he saw me on the floor still analyzing at daybreak.

“It’s Gligorich’s immortal, A1. He used your favorite defense, the King’s Indian against Tigran Petrosian. I’m going to ask him to make comments on the game tonight. Be sure to be there early or you’ll miss the best analysis you’ve ever seen at a chess exhibition!”

I walked 15 blocks to the Mechanics Chess Club and wondered what it must be like to be Gligorich. He has traveled more than any chess master in history. He is a very famous radio personality in Belgrade. Many of his listeners do not even know that they are listening to an eleven-time winner of the Yugoslavia national chess tournament, one of the two strongest tournaments held in the world each year.

At long last Svetozar Gligorich’s ship has come in. He is guaranteed large fees for his chess books. He is in tremendous demand for simultaneous exhibitions all over the world. Then he plays in the Louis Statham World Master Open Tournament in Lone Pine California and the National Open event. Then more exhibitions at home to his beautiful apartment where he finally has good lighting, a place for his chess books, and some time for reflection as he approaches his fiftieth year.

Larry Evans has told us that world-class players are trying to murder their fathers. It is indeed amazing how many great professional players lost their parents and had a bad home life to begin with. Steinitz, Botvinnik, Alekhine, Fischer, Spassky and the list goes on and on. Svetozar Gligorich was the son of very poor parents who conducted war and were about to separate. His father died following an appendicitis operation hen Gligo was 8. Mrs. Gligorich had to take in boarders to support her only child. Mrs. Svetozar saw people playing chess in a bar through a window and became fascinated with the chess pieces. One of the boarders taught him the rules after Gligo pestered him relentlessly.

Larry Evans has told us that world class players are trying to murder their fathers. It is indeed amazing how many great professional players lost their parents and had a bad homelife to begin with. Steinitz, Botvinnik, Alekhine, Fischer, Spassky and the list goes on and on. Svetozar Gligorich was the son of very poor parents who conducted war and were about to separate. His father died following an appendicitis operation when Gligo was 8. Mrs. Gligorich had to take in boarders to support her only child. Mrs. Svetozar saw people playing chess in a bar through a window and became fascinated with the chess pieces. One of the boarders taught him the rules after Gligo pestered him relentlessly.

Gligo was second in his school championship at 13. Gligorich hit the Belgrade newspaper for the first of hundreds of times soon after. He won the Yugoslav junior title and his photograph in the press electrified his mother. She now knew that her quiet son chose one and only one place to make deafening noise. Though opposed to his interest in chess she allowed him to zip to Zagreb where he blasted a big tournament to become a Yugoslavian National Master at age 16. It was getting tough to overlook him all the time.

The World War openers in 1939 ended all chess activity for him and Gligorich was walking around the front with a rifle! He was discharged as a captain with two medals for valor. The teenager did his best to get himself killed and end his chess career before it even began. He didn’t quite make it because the horrified president of Montenegro and an army official discovered in time that Yugoslavia’s chess sensation was on the front with the Yugoslavian Patrician Army. One ruse was devised after another to force Gligorich to leave rifles and bullets by a famous surgeon, Dr. Miljanic, president of the Belgrade Chess club.

You see, Gligorich’s mother also had died of leukemia when he was 17 years old. (Nice start, right?) It was to Miljanic’s home and the good doctor’s three sons that Gligorich moved, bewildered, alone, famous. Glicorich had faced war by walking through German troops by himself in search of patrician troops. He found in war that “life is not worth anything and no-one cares for anyone.”

Gligorich organized the 1945 Belgrade chess championship and followed with working out details for the first Yugoslavian national championship. He displayed an unbelievable ability to get along with everyone in government and business in his efforts to promote these tournaments. Peter Trifunovic won both tournaments ahead of Gligorich. Trifunovic had been fortunate enough to study chess in Belgrade while Svetozar was dodging bullets! But Gligo began to hit …

In 1946, in a four-man tournament, he came in first ahead of Pirc, Pachman, and Dr. Vidmar – a respectable showing at his first great international tournament in Prague was next, then his sensational win in Warsaw, Poland over the Russian player Smyslov and Boleslavsky. It was now obvious that Svetozar Gligorich could at least draw with any living player. (His lifetime score with Michael Botvinmik was exactly even after 20 years!) Svetozar Gligorich now began his fine thousand game career which was to make his name synonymous with first prizes, no deals, theoretical work in the chess openings.

My impression of Glicorich’s chess games has always been the same. He fights with the most tremendous energy and understands small threads. He will simply kill you if you do not have the opportunity to play strong masters regularly. He is very steady, the greatest of all routiners. He prepares for his games carefully and searches all tournament records for new ways to play in his style.

He has not changed very much in all those years since 1948. He is almost never afraid, believes in himself but has not an ounce of vanity in his body. You barely notice him until you look at the scoretable. You say, “My God, he is three games ahead. My god, he has won eight straight games against all master opposition. Here he comes again. Here we go again. He is going to win again. O no, not again.”

Go down the ranks of the top 20 international in the work in 1970. Gligorich had beaten 17 of them somewhere, sometime. Fischer, Petrosian, Spassky, Tal, Keres, Larsen, Olaffson, Korchnoi, Kavelsk, Huelbanes. It is hard to imagine how one man could even play so many games on every continent.

It is a measure of Gligorich’s strange quietness without concession that Boris Spassky and Bobby Fischer appeared twice via trans-Atlantic telephone hookup on Belgrade radio. You can guess who the moderator and translator were – Gligorich. He writes his beautifully styled prose and game annotations directly into English for Chess Life and Review each month. He knows many other languages as well.

Whenever he travels Gligorich tape records his daily impressions and airmails this diary to Belgrade radio. He is the last frontier of chess nobility. All that follow are knaves, cannibals. Perhaps a chess professional must be that unfeeling to even be heard of today. Perhaps.

Svetozar Gligorich fascinates women worldwide. He does not attack like Browne, Matulovic, or Acers. Rather he allows the ladies to seduce him in all ways while he stands helplessly by and unable to thwart their tender, determined, all fronts advances. He is the last of the bona-fide red hot gentlemen. Gligorich has tact. He does not miscue ever. Susan “Semantha Beckett” Peterson – of Toronto and San Francisco – is a lady who has met almost all of the heavies. Susan will tell you flatly that of all the world’s leading chessplayers Svetozar is the most sensitive, subtle, and intelligent. “He makes you guys slender OUT a little!” Susan told me once.

I have mentioned that only cannibals usually move from city to city on the chess starvation tournament circuit nowadays. The courtesy, the niceties, the gracious comments to each and every lady at a huge banquet, the demeanor, the poise, the unmitigated class belong to Svetozar Gligorich alone. The suit and tie is gone.

Yet, despite his baffling absence of egomania, the Gligorich record may be challenged by very few players. Fischer’s great victories in the sixties left him with nowhere to go. Fischer almost never played chess tournaments or matches in his greatest years! Counting absolutely everything he averaged less than three international chess tournaments and matches a year 1960-1972. This left the field open to Argentina’s Miguel Nadjdorf, Bent Larsen (Denmark), Lajos Portisch (Hungary), and Gligorich. These four musketeers could be found going almost everywhere on earth. True they were often tired, unable to give their very best. But without bookable performances by such famous “name players” there would be an international chess circuit very soon.

Jude Acers watches Charles Bagby carefully climb into the automobile. The master beat Alexandre Alekhine in a 1929 exhibition. He can remember 40 years of chess history with the giants. Eighteen years ago Svetozar Gligorich played “a nice sneaky escape move” to swindle Mr. Bagby during a Mechanics exhibition. Mr. Bagby isn’t going to let Gligo forget it! It has been 18 long years since Gligo has come to San Francisco again. Mr. Bagby is slowly going blind. His last clocked game ever was a draw against Julio Kaplan, the Puerto Rican international sensation who had defeated Larsen, tied with Spassky. How could an old man still …

As the wheels run to the airport Jude Acers thinks bitter things about the United States Chess Federation which has to be to this day failed to name attorney Charles Bagby a “chessmaster emeritus.” He had been nominated by Guthrie McClain, editor of the California Chess Reporter, and among the masters who stated flatly that Bagby was fully qualified for the honor were Addison, Kaplan, Bills, Ramirez, Burger, Acers, etc. No matter. Ed Edmondson asked McClain, “Who is he? I’ve never heard of him!” McClain was stunned. How could Edmondson NOT KNOW about Charles Bagby? Nobody knows … Bagby had hoped to be named a master emeritus before he could see nothing, before silence. No master in United States chess history has ever deserved the master emeritus title more. “Charles Bagby’s chess-playing is as tough as nails,” said Max Burkett. “I just might drag the old man in here one more time to play for our chess team!” Mechanics team captain Charles Savery had confided last night. Jude Acers asks Charles Bagby if it’s really true if he’s going to play one more time for the home team before calling it a lifetime.

“Mr. Acers you are so kind to encourage me. But outstanding young players like you must play now. Your future is bright young man. There will be Roman candles, yes fireworks in the Mechanics Institute chess rooms when you become an International Master, believe me. I shall supervise it myself!”

Jude Acers forces Mr. Bagby to guarantee the best brand of firecrackers. The conversation strays to old stories about Fischer and Reshevsky fighting it out for Mrs. Piatgorsky’s ten thousand dollars in New York and Los Angeles during 1961. The match blew up, all tied up after eleven games. Everybody was mad at everybody else. Reshevsky wanted to play in the morning. Fischer in the evening. Mrs. Piatigorsky wanted some slight schedule changes herself. Irving Rivise of Los Angeles was the referee and his written report on Fischer-Reshevsky doings indicated a nuclear war was in progress. Nobody would even ride in the same car with anybody else even remotely connected with the match! Yes, it was war. All gone now. Memories. The immortal chess struggles that anger destroyed. There will never be another opportunity to watch them again. Knights in white satin.

Jude Acers tells Mr. Bagby that a chess lecture will be requested from the Yugoslavian grandmaster. “Hmmm – well, well, I most certainly shall be present for that. I understand he speaks excellent English,” commented Bagby as the airport comes into view just 10 minutes before Gligorich arrives.

Jude Acers carefully leads Charles Bagby down the airport corridors, up ramps and we wait as people file from the plane. The lawyer and the weirdo.

He is standing there as scheduled. He carries one extra suit and a small fleabag. Svetozar Gligorich has absolutely every detail of world travel down cold. Two suits, 1 bag that you can carry right off the plane. He is ready to go to Thailand, the Philippines, Toronto, Dallas, anywhere in one moment. But he is not alone. No, he is not alone.

Gligorich moves rather slowly, seriously shaking our outstretched hands. His tour has exhausted him. He does not know that Jude Acers understands last detail of Los Angeles last night. He has a mustache, cool grayish hair, roughish olive complexion. The crowd hurrying past the blind chessmaster and the “speedy” always nervous Jude Acers.

They, the rushing ones, do not know or care that one of the top twenty chess grandmasters in the entire world has come to the Paris of the West. It seems to Jude Acers then that these people swarming past do not care about anything, that they are dead while living. Perhaps it’s not that bad …

Svetozar Gligorich gets into the car as he feels the need to apologize for “the high fee” necessary for his appearance. Incredible. For a paltry $175 Svetozar has agreed to play forty chess opponents tonight! Fischer starts at around $30,000 in Caracas

As always he reached into his vest pocket and pulled the address book into his hand. He whispers, “Please, would you …. Mr. Acers, carefully pronounce and spell each name and tell me perhaps a little about the gentleman who I met at the airport?”

Jude Acers is stunned. Jude Acers doesn’t even say hello to people if humanly possible. Gligo is from another world. But it is a much more pleasant world at that.

You tell Gligo that he is going to get a quick tourist trip from Dr. Kent Bach, the USCF chess expert, and doctor of philosophy. “And a lady has expressed great interest in meeting you, sir!” says Jude Acers. Svetozar Gligorich shifts his eyes to the top of the car, rolls them slightly in pious innocence as if he does not know what veteran road demon Jude is talking about. He would cooperate, would like to meet the lady. Far be it for him to refuse the company of the fair maiden this evening, to be discourteous, to plead fatigue.

He does not say a single word but begins to stare at Jude Acers in amazement. “When you see Susan ‘Samantha Beckett’ Peterson, Mr. Gligorich, you may not even make it to the Lone Pine Statham tournament! Ha, ha, ha!” says Jude … Susan “Samantha Beckett” Peterson is going to get a free autographed copy of Selected Chess Masterpieces just by shooting her warm, loving, gracious eyes in Gligo’s direction … It’s all set. Jude the fixer.

Climbing out at 57 Post Street, we must get a quick sandwich. Mr. Bagby “scolds” Gligorich once again for stealing his bishop. “It was a clear win, Mr. Gligorich. But you didn’t give up. And you even defeated me, sir. Now is that fair, I ask you? Can you imagine that! For 18 years I have been looking everywhere for my bishop. Where, yes, where did it go?” Mr. Bagby insisted on paying for the sandwiches, fighting Gligo for the bill … Svetozar Gligorich clutches his travel bag and smiles when Jude Acers sits on a stool across the table. He knows Jude Acers understands. He trusts Jude Acers without spoken words.

“I am glad Addison and other players finally stopped you in the Interzonal, Mr. Gligorich! You should enjoy yourself more. The tournament grind is not the only great thing that you will enjoy…”

The conversation turns to the world championship, the Russians. “I am hoping that Bobby Fischer will make some very big changes soon. I believe that even the Soviet players also wish good success to Bobby. It cannot be good for one nation to hold the world championship for so many years.” He sips tea and gazes curiously at mop-haired Jude Acers. Then Svetozar Gligorich smiles.

“You are very interested in the women. How can you play against the grandmasters when you like women so much!” he chides. “I do not believe it will be possible.” There sits Svetozar Gligorich in all his innocence, never dreaming that another simultaneous chessplayer exists. Jude Acers just laughs and rolls his eyes toward the ceiling. That’s when the lesson begins.

Svetozar, I want to ask a favor of you, really for all the people tonight. I was the reason your fee was jumped from $100 too much more. I told the Mechanics people that I would blow up the chess club if they cheated you or wouldn’t pay you a decent fee. All I ask is that you give a little lecture for the crowd, to show them how a great grandmaster thinks. Please Gligo, please.”

Svetozar Gligorich purses his lips, dazed. “Please forgive, Mr. Acers, but I have no notes. I have very, very poor memory. I do not remember even the moves of my games. You see I must see everything over the board and I forget all my games, all the moves. My memory is poor.”

It is a tremendous shock. Just Acers just sits there with no idea how Svetozar Gligorich could possibly have said such an absurd thing. Jude Acers can remember the moves of his tournament and match games. Yet this famous grandmaster cannot. That is when the great lie in the mind of Jude Acers is born. Gligorich is a hard worker but Jude Acers probably has more talent, more class, can be better. If Gligorich cannot remember anything then Jude Acers must be better.

“Mr. Gligorich, for god’s sake, I know the moves of your brilliant prize game at Roving-Zagreb 1970, the game against Tigran Petrosian. I’ll make the moves on the demonstration chessboard and all you have to do is tell what happened, what you were thinking. Please, Gligo, please.”

“You mean the people would be interested in my general idea, my general plan without all the variations?” asked Svetozar Gligorich in astonishment.

“Are you kidding? You are so famous the chess fans would be willing to listen to you breathe. Gligo, I swear, that place is going to be packed. Svetozar, believe me. Your lecture would be super.”

Uncertain about everything but caught up in the excitement, enthusiasm, storm, and craziness of Jude Acers, the grandmaster promised to try. You keep wondering to yourself how is it possible that Svetozar Gligorich cannot remember …

Gligorich has only 3 hours for sleep at Dr. Kent Bach’s “house of chess titans” where all the chess immortals stay. Browne, Gligorich, Addison, and dozens of chess masters from all over the world have visited there. Dr. Bach whisks Gligo to the top of the Twin Peaks, then to meet Susan, then to the banquet where everything humanly possible will be one to offer the grandmaster many spirits of Hoffmann’s Grill.

Sitting there you wonder if you have not completely lost your mind, Jude Acers. What if you cannot remember exactly, move-for-move, the Petrosian-Gligorich game? Jesus. It would be horribly embarrassing to Gligorich. It was your idea in the first place. Suddenly it is not so funny. The chess club is across the street in one hour …

Jude Acers is beginning to feel very sick. He just eats a little salad, drinks a little water, and sits there desperately trying to review every single move in his mind. It must be a show. You cannot stand there with a silly chess magazine popping off the moves. It has to be crisp, snappy co-operation as you show the moves of the game while Gligorich analyzes a few variations when he finds a salient point for comment. Jude Acers has gone over the game in his mind ten times when it is time to cross the street …

The crowd is waiting and Jude Acers strides in immediately, rushing to set up the demonstration chessboard. He is confident now that he knows every detail of the game, can correct any little mistake in analysis that Svetozar Gligorich might make. Stay calm, Jude, just remember the moves.

Chessmaster Charles Bagby is his usual self as he plays a magnificent master of ceremonies. Gligorich is introduced in a brief, elegant three sentences and he steps out of the crowd to great applause. He is a little weary but is ready and looks over at Jude Acers, who is nervously placing the last chessmen on the wall chessboard. Gligorich smiles a forced smile and begins.

“Ladies and gentlemen I think you for inviting me to your city again after so many years.” I have so many pleasant memories of 18 years past and my exhibition in this room so long ago. I perhaps should apologize for taking Mr. Charles Bagby’s bishop off the board. He tells me that I should have lost the game. But I have suffered punishment for today he has reminded me of it again.” The audience begins to chuckle and Gligorich moves over the demonstration board.

“I do not have any prepared lecture this evening. Ladies and Gentlemen you must forgive me if I make perhaps a mistake or even several. I did not intend to give a lecture and as a matter of fact do not speak of my games usually. However, Mr. Jude Acers has asked me specifically to make a few comments on my game with Petrosian. He will make the moves and I will comment.”

Instantly, Jude Acers steps forward and adds, “Ladies and gentlemen this is the brilliant prize game Petrosian versus Gligorich played in 1970. I honestly believe this immortal game is one of the top ten games of all time. It contains a sacrifice of the most extraordinary brilliance, one of the most difficult games to analyze that has ever been played between grandmasters. “ The crowd packs ten deep directly in front of the chess pieces the famous chess writer Irving Chernev is getting out a note pad.

“I do not have any prepared lecture this evening. Ladies and Gentlemen, you must forgive me if I make perhaps a mistake or even several. I did not intend to give a lecture and as a matter of fact, do not speak of my games usually. However, Mr. Jude Acers has asked me specifically to make a few comments on my game with Petrosian. He will make the moves and I will comment.””

Svetozar Gligorich (Yugoslavia) – Black

BR, BN, BB, BQ, 1, BR, BK, 1.

BP, Bp, Bp, ! BP, Bp, BB, Bp

3 BP 1, BN, BP, 1

8

2WP, WP, WP, 3

2WN2WN2

WP, WP, 3, WP, WP, WP

WR, 1, WB, WQ, WK, WB, !WR

Former world champion Tigran Petrosian (Russia) – white.

(Black has just made his fifth move)

“Yes, the King’s Indian Defense which, each time I play it against such a strong player, I think of as great danger for myself, dreading a new attack which will make me suffer. But ladies and gentlemen it is important for a chessplayer to play the style of opening which he feels most comfortable with and knows something about.”

Jude Acers is reaching to touch the white King’s bishop of Petrosian and make the next move. Jude Acers’ mind is flashing back to the sandwich shop this afternoon. Suddenly Jude Acers has learned something to remember for life. Gligorich had said, “Yes I was so foolish not to play my best ideas, the best line worked out in a few Yugoslavian master games when I played Bobby Fischer. I sat at the chessboard, afraid for no reason at all. I knew that Bobby had not played very many masters lately. I knew that it was not likely that he could have even seen the latest games much less analyze their significance. He had only been in Yugoslavia a few days! Yet I became terrified of an improvement by Fischer and so did not play the mainline of the Ruy Lopez defense that I had intended to use even up to the start of the game. After the game, we analyzed the other line. Fischer knew nothing … Always it is best to play what one believes to find out if it is really true.”

Gligorich just stands there, eyes blazing and remembering it all now as he faces the fascinated crowd. He clasps both hands together and breaks their grip occasionally to point to a chess piece that Jude Acers is moving. Gligo’s King’s knight shoots to the side of the board and into Petrosian’s territory on his tenth move.

The Position After Gligorich’s 10th Move

Gligorich (Black)

BR, 1, BB, BQ, 1, BR, BK, 1

BP, BP, BP, 1, BN, 1, BB, BP

3, BP, 2, BP, 1

3, WP, BP, BP, 2

1 WP, WP, 1, WP, BN, 2

2 WN 5

WP, 2, WM, WB, WP, WP, WP

WR, 1, W B, W Q, 1, WR, WK, 1

Petrosian (White)

Gligorich stepped forward and electrified the audience by saying, “Please forgive me ladies and gentlemen for not showing any variations. But I trying to present the game as I played it. I saw no variations. I just said to myself that if I placed my knight near Mr. Petrosian’s king he would grow irritated at it sitting there. He would choose to weaken his king by pushing his pawns to get rid of the annoying knight.”

U.S. Master Dennis Waterman remembers that incredible moment and recalled it clearly years afterward. The idea that a grandmaster plays to bother his opponent greatly is not found in the chess books! Waterman was amazed and impressed.

But Jude Acers continued moving the chessmen about with no real concern over this general comment. He knew it all already. He had booked this game cold … At the twelfth move, Gligorich had started shoving his king’s knight pawn. Jude made the move on the demonstration board which looked like this:

Position after Black’s Twelfth Move

Gligorich (Black):

BR, 1, BB, BQ, 1, BR, ???

BP, BP, BP, 1, BN, 1, BB, BP

3, BP, 4

3 WP, BP, BP, BP, 1

WP, WP, WP 1 WP BM 2

2 WN, 2, WB, 2

3 WN 1 WP, WP, WP

WR 1 W B, WQ 1 WR WK 1

Petrosian (White)

Svetozar Gligorich did not hesitate one moment. “Here again I hope you will understand please that I do not show you lines of play ladies and gentlemen. But I remember thinking only that my three pawns and my knight are marching toward Mr. Petrosian’s four pawns on the queenside which are not marching toward anything. Perhaps you also notice that the white bishop can be attacked by the king’s knight pawn on the next move or very soon. Well, please forgive me for no moves, but I just said to myself, ‘Well, this looks very good.’ This means that I have five useful moves for attack on the enemy king while white’s moves have all been very silent. I am five moves ahead.”

With his mouth hanging open Jude Acers just stood there helplessly fumbling a little with the chess pieces in hand, not really moving, not able to say anything. He could not remember the next move for several moments. His mind was completely blown. All fuses gone. He stared into the deadly serious and totally cold eyes of a grandmaster who leaned toward him and whispered, “Excuse me please, I do not remember Mr. Acers … Mr. Acers? What did I play next? I do not recall.”

Svetozar Gligorich did not hesitate one moment. “Here again I hope you will understand please that I do not show you lines of play ladies and gentlemen. But I remember thinking only that my three pawns and my knight are marching toward Mr. Petrosian’s four pawns on the queenside which are not marching toward anything. Perhaps you also notice that the white bishop can be attacked by the king’s knight pawn on the next move or very soon. Well, please forgive me for no moves, but I just said to myself, ‘Well, this looks very good.’ This means that I have five useful moves for the attack on the enemy king while white’s moves have all been very silent. I am five moves ahead.”