ENEMIES: A CHESS STORY
Kasparov and Karpov Share Two Passions: Their Love of Chess and Their Hatred for Each Other
Los Angeles Times
October 7, 1990
Author: MITCH BERMAN; Mitch Berman is author of the novel "Time Capsule" and has written for Omni, the Nation, Mother Jones and the Village Voice. Susanne Lee assisted in the research and preparation of this article.Times Magazine Desk
Estimated printed pages: 16
WHEN THE KNIGHT sat down across from Death to play a game of chess in Ingmar Bergman's movie classic "The Seventh Seal," their game was not without precedent: Wilhelm Steinitz, the world champion from 1866 to 1894, claimed, near the end of his life, that he had exhausted all potential human opponents and was playing a match against God--giving the Latter pawn odds.
Chess lends itself to such flights of fantasy. There is, in the medieval symbolism of the chess pieces and the way they are moved, in the timeless symbolism of opposite colors, an allegory for conflict and battle. Enmity is in the nature of the game.
The grandmaster sits face to face with a man whose object is to take away his livelihood. His only desire is to find the weakness in each of his opponent's moves, and he crafts each of his own to exploit the other. A championship chess game is like a bitter five-hour argument during which neither party can agree with anything the other says.
Garri Kasparov and Anatoly Karpov have had 120 such arguments in their four
championship matches. And tomorrow, at the
The two have enjoyed a monopoly on the title for the past 15
years. After Karpov became champion in 1975, nobody
mounted a successful challenge until Kasparov took the title a decade later;
since then, only Karpov has challenged Kasparov.
Their first match, ending without a decision, and their second, which Kasparov
won, were played in
They are a study in opposites: Karpov
is pale and slight, Kasparov dark and sturdy. Karpov
is so reticent that he only recently began granting interviews; Kasparov is
blustery and hyperbolic, a walking sound bite who endorses Schweppes soft
drinks and appears on David Letterman. Karpov, at 39,
is a cautious reformist who believes in gradual change for the
"Kasparov," says Karpov, at the first mention of his opponent's name, "brings you one fact which is well-known, but around this fact he gives a lot of lies."
"I don't want to say that Karpov is a liar," charges Kasparov when I say I have spoken with Karpov, "but normally he tells something that's just outside of reality."
Their animosity is not unique in chess. Alekhine and Capabalanca, the great rivals of the 1920s, did not speak and refused even to enter tournaments in which the other played. Bobby Fischer, who once said he enjoyed chess because "I like to watch them squirm," found himself so far ahead of any competitor that he made the entire Soviet chess establishment the target of relentless criticism. Victor Korchnoi, who lost two championship matches with Karpov, declared, "I must hate my opponent."
APPLAUSE BREAKS OUT as Anatoly Karpov
steps into the dry August sunlight on a terrace overlooking San Lorenzo del Escorial, the ancient village outside
Karpov strolls from board to board, pausing to consider each position for a few seconds before making his move, placid, relaxed, slightly removed, a shopper at a flea market who hasn't yet seen anything he wants to buy.
"I like your game," my young neighbor tells me. "You have many plans." I wish I could see them, I say. He laughs. "You don't expect to actually win? Karpov is very astute."
Astute enough to squeeze my position, gently, but constantly, constantly, until I give up a pawn, then another. That is Karpov's way, the accretion of minute advantages, the adding up and adding up of subtleties.
Karpov stands with his head bowed, his longish hair falling forward from behind his ears. He is not a tall man. Although he has a slender frame, in the last few years he has put on a potbelly. In his red-striped white sport shirt, his white slacks and his Cartier watch, he looks like a discreetly rich European tourist. He toys idly with captured pieces, his stare politely oblique. His slate-blue eyes are remarkably large and luminous, startling but never startled.
I've curled my pieces into a tight defensive ball around my king, but Karpov methodically trades queens and rooks, clearing the board of distractions and opening me up the way you'd pry open a fist, finger by finger. Although our game has taken 49 moves, the outcome was never in doubt. It ends as it began, with applause and a handshake.
Afterward, the ex-champion sits with his body at an angle and one arm draped over the back of his chair, as if he is physically reserving some part of himself from public view. Karpov's voice is soft and high-pitched, his skin a taut pink over angular cheekbones. It is hard to reconcile this tranquil collector of stamps, this father who smiles easily as he speaks of his 10-year-old son, this altogether refined and courteous man, with the one that world champion Kasparov hates worse than pestilence and plague.
Anatoly Karpov began playing chess with his father at age 4. "At first I cried when I lost, and at first he pretended not to pay attention. Finally he said, 'If you cry another time, we stop playing.' " Karpov laughs and takes a sip of black coffee. "So I never cried anymore with him."
A native of Zlatoust, a small city in
Russia's Ural mountains, Karpov became a national
master at 15, and an international grandmaster--then the youngest in the
world--at 19. In 1975, the Federation Internationale
des Echecs (FIDE), the governing body of world chess,
refused to grant Bobby Fischer's manifold conditions for a match with Karpov, stripped the enormously popular Fischer of his
title and declared the 23-year-old Karpov champion by
default. The chess world was crestfallen. Ka rpov
went on a crusade to prove he deserved the title that had been given to him by
forfeit, playing in virtually every world-class tournament. He has amassed 88
first prizes, more than any player in history. "Karpov
has a sterling reputation in the worl d of
chess," says Yasser Seirawan,
editor of Inside Chess magazine and one of the strongest players in
Although Karpov says Soviet officials were "very glad they simply got the title without a fight," the champion was less than satisfied and vainly tried to negotiate a match with Fischer. Such is the Byzantine nature of Soviet chess that, according to Karpov, "Alexander Nikitin, the trainer for the Soviet team, collected 'compromising' documents on me and spread the idea that I was trying to sell the title to Fischer." Nikitin's plans came to nothing, Karpov says, adding pointedly that Ni kitin now works for Garri Kasparov.
Karpov lives in
Asked to predict the outcome of the upcoming match, Karpov laughs. "The answer is quite clear."
"I WIN,"predicts Garri Kasparov. "That's the last thing I haven't done in chess--to beat Karpov convincingly."
Speaking with Kasparov last fall, I got the feeling that the world champion could not stop playing chess. He parried questions with sharp, logical precision, as if each was a move to which he had to find a refutation. His favorite word was no .
A conversation in his
Kasparov, whose curly hair is speckled with gray, is unable to sit still, swiveling his torso from side to side, shifting his legs to new positions and scrunching up his face. Whether in conversation or at the chessboard, his sheer kinetic energy cannot be contained. But the task of summing up Anatoly Karpov's elusive technique leaves him scratching his chin. Finally, the champion says, "The secret of Karpov's style is--"
The doorbell rings, and tea and cookies are served. It is like a movie, Kasparov jokes, in which someone dies just as he is about to reveal the secret of the case.
He pours himself a cup of tea. "The secret of Karpov's style is to achieve maximum effect by minimum effort. In positions he likes," Kasparov continues soberly, "he's extremely dangerous--he plays like a robot."
Kasparov never does. He entered the final game of the second Karpov match in 1985 needing only a draw to take the title. Instead of playing conservatively, he boldly attacked, putting the world championship on the line and confounding his own trainers, who later admitted they had no idea what Kasparov was doing. After a five-hour seesaw struggle, Kasparov won, and spectators leaped to their feet in Moscow's Tchaikovsky's Hall, embracing one another and chanting, "Gar-ri! Gar-ri!"
Kasparov has reeled off an unprecedented 27 straight victories in world-class competitions. His official FIDE rating (based on his success against other grandmasters), higher even than Bobby Fischer's, labels him the strongest who ever played the game.
Kasparov figured out how the chess pieces move simply by watching his parents play; Kim and Klara, both engineers, were astonished when their 5-year-old son offered them a solution to a chess problem published in the local newspaper. Garri's father, who died two years later, did not see his son become the greatest prodigy in chess history.
Three-time world champion Mikhail Botvinnik
recognized Kasparov's genius early; as he had done for Karpov
a decade before, Botvinnik began to teach Kasparov
via correspondence. In 1975, the first western press account of Kasparov pegged
the 11-year-old "a very clear favorite for world champion in 1990."
Kasparov, who became a grandmaster at 17, would beat that prediction by five
years. When he qualified for the world championship, Klara
quit her job to work with him full time. "My first coa
ch," Kasparov calls her. "You need someone
who guarantees you psychological safety." With Masha,
Kasparov's wife of 19 months, she is with him in
Though Kasparov says he is "definitely not a millionaire," Yasser Seirawan paints quite a different picture: "He's a multi millionaire. He has a chauffeur-driven Mercedes with tinted windows. In Moscow he's constantly surrounded by seven or eight people, including two or three bodyguards, a translator, a driver, the head of the Soviet chess union and one or two other people who seem to have no other function than to make sure Garri's every whim is satisfied." And what goes for Kasparov, Seirawan underlines, goes equally for Karpov.
Karpov and Kasparov may be the only two men
who ever got rich playing chess, but it strains the American imagination that
any chess player could command such advantages. Chess the
"Chess has been used, like the Olympics, to show the superiority of Communist ideology," Kasparov says. "The world champion is a special person, even among the champions. He is the only one--unlike in track and field or boxing, where you have many champions."
When Kasparov and Karpov
play, all of the
But Karpov retained his title, and Kasparov, the youngest player ever to challenge for the world championship, furiously denounced Campomanes' action as "the greatest crime in chess history." Rumors--many of them fueled by his brash young opponent--had Karpov taking stimulants, pleading with Soviet chess authorities to stop the match, even in a clinic being treated for nervous exhaustion.
Karpov hotly denied these stories five years ago, and he denies them today. "I had no medical problems. Kasparov still needed three wins. One wrong move, and that's all. His life was on"--Karpov holds his thumb and forefinger close, groping for the phrase--"very thin paper."
Karpov argues that if his opponent had really wanted the match to continue, Geida Aliev, a Kasparov ally in the Politburo, could have ordered that it go on. "Nothing could be possible in Soviet sport if Aliev says no. So when Kasparov says that this ending of the match was against his wishes, this is a complete lie."
Kasparov's blood, which has a very low boiling point, turns to steam at this claim: "Are you serious?" he hisses, his vivid features darkening. "What are we talking about? Karpov was close to almost every member of the Politburo!"
Chess may be a slow game, but trying to follow these attacks and counterattacks is like watching table tennis. Did Kasparov, for example, accuse Karpov of using stimulants? No, according to Kasparov-- Karpov accused Kasparov of accusing Karpov. "That's a typical Karpov accusation--he said that I accused him." Kasparov claims he was misquoted but then mixes his message: "I think that probably Karpov was given these stimulants by the end of the match. I cannot prove it, that's why I never put it in my book."
The galleys of Kasparov's book, "Unlimited Challenge," have just come out the day we meet. As we veer toward the Karpov controversies, Kasparov's hands slice the air as if practicing some kind of martial art, his voice launches into an indignant falsetto, and he begins answering simply by saying, "It's in the book." Finally, glowering, he interrupts a question to point at the galleys and repeat, "Book! Book!"
The strife that started at the chessboard now branches out into dueling autobiographies. Most of "Unlimited Challenge" is devoted to Karpov, with chapters like "War and Peace" and "Stab in the Back." Karpov's rebuttal, due early next year, will include a substantial section on what he demurely calls "the problems with Kasparov."
Even their supporters join the melee. American champion Lev Alburt, a Soviet defector who is close to Kasparov, tells a joke he says was popular among Russian players: "If you ask Karpov what time it is, you may get the correct time--but probably you won't. Karpov will tell you whatever time is best for Karpov."
Roman Toran, deputy president of FIDE and president of the Spanish Chess Federation, says, "I was a very good friend of Karpov's when I wrote an article in 1981 predicting that the next world champion would be Kasparov. Karpov said nothing. But Kasparov is the kind of person who says, 'If you are friends of my enemy, you are my enemy."
As on the chessboard, it is usually Kasparov who attacks. The longer you listen to the young champion, the more Karpov seems the Prince of Darkness and Kasparov an avenging angel. "Karpov isn't the Anti-Christ," laughs Daniel Seirawan, marketing manager of Inside Chess. "He's more like the Anti-Elvis."
WHETHER THE DUELING grounds be chess or politics, it would be difficult to find two men more diametrically opposed. Kasparov founded both the first union of Russian chess professionals and the Grandmasters' Assn., an international body now jousting for control with FIDE. Kasparov spent most of this summer involved in real politics, meeting with democrats such as Czechoslovakian President Vaclav Havel and Nikolai Trarvkin, chief aide to Russian Republic President Boris Yeltsin.
Along with Trarvkin, Kasparov is a
principal founder and deputy chairman of the newly formed Russian Democratic
Party, whose membership numbers 80,000 and whose purposes are "to
dismantle the empire" and bring full-fledged democracy to the Soviet
Union. Kasparov is also president of Democratic Russia, a paper with a
circulation of 1 million and, he says, "the first private shareholder company
"I was a founder of each of these organizations," he emphasizes. "I've never taken a position in any group which existed before my involvement."
The acid test of his political success will be how well and how long the opinionated, sometimes bullying Kasparov can work with others. "Even our dissidents are intolerant of other opinions," explains Yevgenia Albats, an analyst for the Moscow News who is now reporting for the Chicago Tribune. "We are all children of a totalitarian system. Kasparov's problem is that he loves himself too much. Everywhere he goes, he always seems to be looking for a mirror."
Karpov lightly dismisses Kasparov's political
activities: "A lot of noise but not too many results." Not so.
Kasparov has never been afraid to walk on the cutting edge of change in
Half-Armenian, half-Jewish--"Do not call me a
Russian!"--Kasparov grew up and lived in
"Kasparov saved the lives of 60 Armenians," says Albats, who attended the press conference where Kasparov
became "the first man to publicly speak the truth about what happened in
Albats tells a frightening tale:
"Azerbaijanis went to Kasparov's house to shoot him and the Armenians he
was hiding there. Kasparov had already fled to the airport. He chartered a
plane and took 60 Armenians to
But because of Soviet anti-Semitism, Albats says, "a lot of people never liked Kasparov. Kasparov is a man who likes scandal. He was unwise to put so much dirty water between himself and Karpov."
Kasparov doesn't believe a word of it. If the
For now, Kasparov insists, "I have no relations with my
state. At all. At all! I still don't have the flat in
"Kasparov is being two-faced," says Yasser Seirawan. "He can get
literally anything he wants in
SO IS ANATOLY KARPOV'S. As an elected People's Deputy--the nearest Soviet equivalent to a congressman--and a two-time recipient of the Sportsman of the Year and the Order of Lenin awards, Karpov brings enormous prestige to his recent criticism of the Soviet system. "If they like you, they use one law--if they don't, they use another." Karpov laughs. "You can be punished for nothing, or have glory for nothing."
Although he retains his Communist Party membership, Anatoly Karpov can now be counted among the ranks of
Kasparov believes Karpov is a political chameleon who dons reformist colors merely because they are in fashion. "Karpov is pro-Gorbachev now," scoffs Kasparov, "but he was also a Brezhnev man when (former leader Leonid I.) Brezhnev was in power. Karpov will always belong to the ruling party."
To Kasparov, Karpov is "the great symbol of the Communist system" and their match nothing less than "a battle between democracy and totalitarianism."
Karpov, who is not given to such sweeping statements, permits himself a modest sneer. "This is like a game of children, where they say, 'Let's play cops and robbers. I'm a policeman, and you're a robber.' "
Most American press accounts echo the bad rap Kasparov hangs on Karpov. An ethnic Russian--a Soviet WASP--who might have stepped out of a Socialist Realist poster, Karpov looks every inch the good Soviet apparatchik, and for many journalists that is enough. Sports Illustrated called him a "squeaky-voiced" nerd; the New York Times dubbed him "the consummate bureaucrat."
Yevgenia Albats puts it bluntly: "Karpov was very close to our party leaders, and--pardon me for saying--he liked to kiss their asses."
Midway through his 1978 championship match in the
"Korchnoi made too many personal
accusations," Karpov explains. But he
acknowledges, "Official advisors told me before the match, 'You don't
shake hands because he is a traitor."' The handshake is such an ironclad
tradition that even Kasparov and Karpov will do it in
LIKE PRESIDENTS, championship chess players strive to surround
themselves with good advisors. Kasparov and Karpov
have brought a richly stocked pond of chess ideas to
The outcomes of the championship chess games often turn on the
opening moves. For weeks before the championship, both players were sequestered
with their trainers--Karpov's team in
Chess appears to be among the most sedentary of human activities, but the two men who are the best at it do train their bodies. "During a match," says Karpov, "you have to work a minimum of five hours, a maximum of 15 hours or more. You must be well trained." Both players have similar regimes of running, swimming and tennis, though Karpov prefers tennis--"you need to use your brain"--while Kasparov finds the game's competitive element too distracting.
Kasparov believes no other endeavor requires a comparable level of sustained concentration. "The match conquers your mind for three months. You cannot get rid of the tension."
Karpov believes his main problem will be to maintain a consistent level of play. Kasparov agrees. "In all our matches we both had peaks and bad days. My amplitude is bigger than Karpov's. It gets higher but"--a self-deprecating laugh--"sometimes lower."
Even before the players sit down, Kasparov has already won a
victory--over FIDE. The federation had originally decreed that the match would
be held in
Anatoly Karpov is not yet completely happy. "The organizers promised me to be neutral, but till now it's not so because all the staff of official consultants belong to Kasparov's side, directly or indirectly."
This remark shocks Kasparov into a rare state of speechlessness. "Can you translate?" asks the man who throws words such as amplitude around. "My English is not so good."
Kasparov recovers his vocabulary soon enough. "I understand why he's worried, because in all previous matches the official consultants were on his side, and I suffered a lot. He believes that my friends have to treat him exactly as his friends treated me before." Kasparov pounds the arm of the overstuffed sofa, and dust billows into the shaft of sunlight from the hotel window. "He's got absolutely the same conditions I have."
FTER ALLthe analysis, after all the discussions with trainers and journalists, after all the fencing about the match site and who will sit in which chair, these two men will be on their own, with nothing but 16 wooden pieces to protect one from the other.
Isolated by their talents from all other chess players, Kasparov and Karpov can feed only on each other. Their play is fueled by each other's skill, their desire by each other's enmity; neither could be as he is without the other. Poised across the chessboard like a pair of hostile sculptors, they will hew and carve, chip and chisel, each man the other's masterpiece. Karpov will carp and Kasparov will cavil, and never the twain shall meet.
Never, that is, until they are asked about chess-playing computers. A Carnegie-Mellon program called Deep Thought has started defeating grandmasters, and though Kasparov drubbed the computer last fall, its capacity will soon increase from 800,000 to 1 billion positions per second. No one, it seems, takes exception to the dismal notion that the days of a human world chess champion are numbered.
No one but Anatoly Karpov and Garri Kasparov.
"I don't think the computer will have a chance," Karpov says, a little gruffly.
"The computer will calculate better than any human being in the world," Kasparov admits. "But there is something beyond calculation--it's your understanding of the nature of chess."
Kasparov leans forward, radiant, evangelical, hands working as he speaks. "Chess is an attempt to control chaos. That could be done by Fischer, by Karpov, by Kasparov, but not by other players. Only the great players--the world champions--have a new vision of chess. They open the new pages."
Garri Kasparov leans back against the sofa and takes a sip of tea. "And that is why Karpov and Kasparov gave you the same answer."