Nonfiction | June 01, 1998

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Hannah, my daughter, asked me to teach her to play chess. She had been teaching school in Istanbul. There, she said, young people take chess lessons the way they make music lessons in the States, but none of her turkish friends wanted to trouble themselves with a total beginner. This took me by surprise, not so much because she wanted to learn the game, which she had never expressed any interest in before, but because of her sudden forthcomingness.

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