Anyone here a chess player?
I'm writing a scene where a semi-expert is playing with/teaching a novice. What are some things the semi-expert might do to even things out a little? Like, could he let the novice make some extra moves at the beginning of the game or something?
Like, could he let the novice make some extra moves at the beginning of the game or something?
No. Never. What era? Because different strategies happen in different eras - depending on who came up with them.
So if this is one of your 19th century scenarios, the standard chess openings would be different than the ones that happened in the mid 20th century.
Early 19th century, my usual era. I'm not looking for a detailed description of a game. The novice is a 9-year-old girl, semi-expert a 24-year-old man. The girl has just lost another game, and she's arguing all the reasons the man should be letting her win, saying it's not fair and so on. He says, basically, "Look, if I just let you win, this wouldn't be the educational experience I'm shooting for. And I *am* helping. I did X, Y, and Z that I wouldn't have done if I were playing someone on my level."
He would probably show her either standard openings or standard Endgames.
If the latter, he would kick a bunch of pieces off the board and show her how to mate the King with just a Knight and Pawn or something like that.
He could give up a couple of pieces, or put shorter time limits on his moves.
Assuming it's for your historical novel, I think giving up a piece or two would be the more likely handicap to offer.
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