Home in his apartment in Brooklyn, Bobby went through what was becoming his routine: elimination of social engagements, long periods of solitary study, analysis of games, and a search for innovations in openings. He classified the lines he studied into stratifications of importance, always eliminating the not-quite-perfect continuation and seeking what he called the “true move,” that which could not be refuted. A Socratic dialogue raged within him: How unusual was the resulting position if he followed that particular line? Would his opponent feel at sea? Would he (Bobby) feel comfortable playing it? How would he ground himself if he had to continue to play that variation until the endgame?
Grandmaster Pal Benko, a former Hungarian freedom fighter who became a U.S. citizen and, like many other chess players, an investment broker, entered Bobby’s room at the Hotel Intercontinental in Curaçao shortly after Arthur Bisguier, Bobby’s second, had arrived.
“We’re going to work now,” Bobby said dismissively to Benko, as he was eating a large late-night room service dinner. He and Bisguier had planned to go over some games. “You can’t come in.”
“Yes I can. Bisguier also my second,” said Benko.
“Bisguier also my second,” parroted Bobby, trying to duplicate Benko’s Magyar accent.
“Why you make fun at me?” Benko asked.
“Why you make fun at me?” Bobby parroted again.
“Stop it!”
“Stop it!”
All the while Bisguier stood by and, with body language and a few words of attempted peacemaking, tried to calm things down.
“Get out of my room!” Bobby commanded.
“No, you get out!” Benko replied, somewhat illogically.
It isn’t clear who hit first, but since Bobby was sitting, he was at a disadvantage. Blows and slaps were exchanged as both grandmasters screamed at each other. Bisguier jumped in and separated the two men. Benko had achieved the “better” of it and years later would confess: “I am sorry that I beat up Bobby. He was a sick man, even then.” In the annals of chess, this was the first fistfight ever recorded by two grandmasters, both prospective World Champions.
The day after the fight, Bobby penned a letter to the Tournament Committee, asking them to expel Benko. The committee chose to do nothing about the protest.
Before May and June of 1962 Bobby seemed to be gaining strength with every contest. “Fischer grows from one tournament to the next,” Mikhail Tal had said. He’d surpassed his great achievement at Bled in 1961 with an even more dazzling triumph at Stockholm. He’d defeated at least once all of the five Soviet grandmasters he was to meet at Curaçao, and he seemed to be reaching the peak of his powers sooner than anyone (but himself) had expected.
Pundits’ predictions were proven totally wrong when the first news issued from Curaçao that May. Fischer and Tal had both lost in the first and second rounds, and Bobby was soon lagging in fourth place. All in all, Eliot Hearst observed in Chess Life, the Candidates tournament had furnished “a series of early-round surprises that are probably without parallel in chess history.”
Some have speculated that Bobby might have been spending too much of his off time gambling, but Bisguier said that all Bobby would do was, on occasion, wander into the casino in the evenings and play the slot machines—the “one-armed bandits” as they were called—until he got bored. He didn’t watch television or go to the local movie house, because he said such activity was bad for his eyes and he didn’t want to hurt his play. He did attend a prizefight one night and went to a local nightclub a few times, but his heart and interest weren’t in it.
Henry Stockhold, a chess player who was covering the match for the Associated Press, brought Bobby to a brothel one night and waited for him. When Bobby exited an hour later, Stockhold asked him how he enjoyed it, and Bobby’s comment, which he repeated at other times, has often been quoted: “Chess is better.”
Tigran Petrosian won the 1962 Candidates tournament with a score of eight wins, nineteen draws, and no losses, for 17½ points. Soviets Efim Geller and Paul Keres tied for second, a half point behind, and Bobby’s fourth-place score was three full points below the three leaders and a half point ahead of Korchnoi.
Bobby wanted the world to know what really happened at Curaçao. He wrote: “There was open collusion between the Russian [Soviet] players. They agreed ahead of time to draw the games that they played against each other.… They consulted during the games. If I was playing a Russian [Soviet] opponent, the other Russians watched my games, and commented on my moves in my hearing.”
Korchnoi, in his memoir Chess Is My Life, backed Bobby’s accusations: “Everything was arranged by Petrosian. He agreed with his friend Geller to play draws in all their games together. They also persuaded Keres to join their coalition … this gave them a great advantage over the remaining competitors.”
When asked why Fischer hadn’t won, Pal Benko, still smarting over his fight with Bobby, replied: “He simply wasn’t the best player.”
Bobby’s self-image was shattered as a result of Curaçao. His dream—his obsession—of becoming the youngest World Champion in history had eluded him. It had seemed inevitable to him that he’d win the title, but that was not enough. His ascendancy to international chess prominence at such a young age had made him certain that he’d become champion, but the Russians—through what he considered their chicanery—had proven that they could hold him back, and this both enraged and saddened him.
Bobby now realized that there was nothing about his destiny that was inevitable, and yet he would not go quietly into the chess night. He despised the Soviets for what they’d done to him. He was convinced they’d stolen the championship, and he insisted that the world know it.
In its August 20, 1962, issue, Sports Illustrated published Bobby’s j’accuse: “The Russians Have Fixed World Chess.” The article was reprinted in German, Dutch, Spanish, Swedish, Icelandic, and even the Russian chess journalists made mention of it. Bobby announced that he’d never again participate in a Candidates tournament, because the FIDE system made it impossible for any but a Soviet player to win. He wrote, “The system set up by the Fédération Internationale des Échecs … insures that there will always be a Russian world champion.… The Russians arranged it that way.” At Portorož he confirmed that he’d grown in strength sufficiently to have defeated all the Soviet grandmasters competing with him for the title. He believed that Russian manipulation of tournaments had become a great deal more “open,” or apparent, presumably in response to his threat of domination.
Chess watchers seem to agree that it was likely the Soviets had colluded, on some level, at Curaçao. And yet Bobby failed to mention that neither he nor anyone else ever proved a threat to the three leading Russians throughout this tournament, so the question of why the Russians would have colluded as flagrantly as Bobby maintained remains unanswered. Economics professors Charles C. Moul and John V. C. Nye wrote a scholarly analysis, “Did the Soviets Collude? A Statistical Analysis of Championship Chess, 1940–64,” examining hundreds of tournament results involving Soviet and non-Soviet players, and concluded that there was a 75 percent probability, in general, that Soviet players did collude. The authors were quick to point out, however, that “Fischer was not a strong enough favorite to be severely harmed by the draw collusion in the notorious Candidates Tournament in Curaçao, 1962.”