zap! pow! (le jeu de la dame / the queen's gambit)

Comic Strip, Gainsbourg


Anna Valenn, Le Blog

Mrs. Wheatley had brought the magazine with her, and they spent part of the time on the plane marking the tournaments Beth would play over the next several months. They settled on one a month; Mrs. Wheatley was afraid they would run out of diseases and, as she said, "credibility" if she wrote more excuses than that. Beth wondered to herself if they shouldn't just ask for permission in a straightforward way - after all, boys were allowed to miss classes for basketball and football - but she was wise enough to say nothing. Mrs. Wheatley seemed to take immense enjoyment in doing it this way. It was like a conspiracy.

The Queen's Gambit, Walter Tevis / Le jeu de la dame sur Netflix. Et une nouvelle traduction de l'excellentissime Jacques Mailhos aux éditions Gallmeister ! - Emballée par la série, j'avais spontanément écrit sur les réseaux sociaux (que j'ai désormais quittés, bon débarras) : pour ceux qui aiment le jeu d'échecs, pour ceux qui ont des filles, pour ceux qui aiment le combat, et pour tous les autres aussi et les curieux. 

Et curieuse je le fus du roman dont la série est l'adaptation.

Eh bien, la série est fidèle au livre, en mieux, plus riche, plus "romanesque", et les personnages secondaires sont plus étoffés. 

Les deux donnent de l'élan, réveillent l'envie, la passion. 


Et la passion est contagieuse.

Le roman est plutôt pour amateurs d'échecs, et la série, tout public, est très glamour, des vêtements superbes portés par une actrice magnétique. 

En ces temps ternes, cela fait un bien fou.


"Who taught you to play if they didn't want you doing it?"

"His name was Shaibel," she said, thinking of that wall of pictures in the basement. "William Shaibel. He was the janitor."

"Tell us about it," the woman from The Observer said.

"We played chess in the basement, after he taught me how."

Clearly they loved it. The man from Paris-Match shook his head, smiling. "The janitor taught you to play chess?"

"That's right," Beth said, with an involuntary tremor in her voice. "Mr. William Shaibel. He was a damn good player. He spent a lot of time at it, and he was good."