Freshman Daniel Pratzer gets a chance to prove himself when the chess team invites him and his father to a weekend-long parent-child tournament. Daniel, thinking that his father is a novice, can't understand why his teammates want so badly for them to participate. Then he finds out the truth: as a teen, his father was one of the most promising young players in America, but the pressures of the game pushed him too far, and he had to give up chess to save his own life and sanity. Now, thirty years later, Mr. ...

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Freshman Daniel Pratzer gets a chance to prove himself when the chess team invites him and his father to a weekend-long parent-child tournament. Daniel, thinking that his father is a novice, can't understand why his teammates want so badly for them to participate. Then he finds out the truth: as a teen, his father was one of the most promising young players in America, but the pressures of the game pushed him too far, and he had to give up chess to save his own life and sanity. Now, thirty years later, Mr. Pratzer returns to the game to face down an old competitor and the same dark demons that lurk in the corners of a mind stretched by the demands of the game. Daniel was looking for acceptance--but the secrets he uncovers about his father will force him to make some surprising moves himself, in Grandmaster by David Klass.

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Publishers Weekly
★ 12/02/2013
Like Searching for Bobby Fischer, this novel about competitive chess encapsulates the intensity of the game and the players who become obsessed with it. After joining the chess club at his private school, freshman Daniel Pratzer is surprised when his super-achiever co-captains invite him to participate in a New York City father-son tournament. An even bigger shock is their claim that Daniel’s father was once a famous grandmaster of the game. When confronted with this information, Daniel’s father admits the rumor is true but remains secretive about his past; reluctantly, he agrees to come out of retirement for the event. The tale of his playing years and why he quit dramatically unfurls at the three-day tournament, where Daniel watches in awe as his father transforms from a mild-mannered man into a cutthroat competitor. Klass (Stuck on Earth) builds significant tension as Daniel’s father begins to unravel, and the nobility of the team’s members is tested. Daniel learns something about the nature of competition and the values he and his father need to hold dearest in this emotionally taut story. Ages 12–up. Agent: Aaron M. Priest Literary Agency. (Feb.)
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* "Like Searching for Bobby Fischer, this novel about competitive chess encapsulates the intensity of the game and the players who become obsessed with it . . . [An] emotionally taut story."  —Publishers Weekly, starred review
"Drama unfolds deliberately . . . building up to an exciting, climactic endgame . . . Smart, real, and full of feeling."    —School Library Journal
"Fast-paced, inspired writing makes this perfect for fans of John Feinstein’s The Sports Beat series."  —Booklist
"Klass is in excellent control of his plot, moving swiftly to the tournament action . . . and steadily closing in on the final showdown."   —Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

VOYA, February 2014 (Vol. 36, No. 6) - Kevin Beach
A neophyte high school chess player and low man on the totem pole at his private school discovers his out-of-shape, run-of-the-mill dad was once a controversial grandmaster of the game of chess. The two most popular boys in school, who are also members of the chess club, urge Daniel to convince his father to participate in a conveniently timed father/son chess tourney they are now sure they can win. Daniel is hurt that his father has withheld such information but sees this as an opportunity to gain popularity at school. He and his father bond over the course of the weekend, but Dad once again fights off psychological demons that get worse as the tournament moves toward its conclusion. Secrets are revealed not only about Dad’s past but also about the other boys’ relationships with their own dads, Daniel gets a girlfriend or two, and the inevitable showdown between Dad and an old archrival leads to an unexpected twist or two. The book might lure chess aficionados, and it is effective as a father/son relationship title, although some of the plot points, dialogue, and even the character’s last name are all a little too pat. Would the most popular boys in school be in the chess club? The book is a quick and enjoyable read but will not reach the same audience of the author’s sci-fi-oriented Caretaker Trilogy. Reviewer: Kevin Beach; Ages 11 to 18.
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up—Freshman Daniel Pratzer has managed "to fly under the radar of the cool-and-cruel crowd." To break out of mediocrity, he joins the school's prestigious chess team. Daniel is a novice; in fact, the two team captains call him "Patzer-face" (a "patzer" meaning someone whose chess abilities are minimal). Daniel is shocked when he is asked to join the team at an important, weekend-long father-son tournament, and then he learns the truth. They want him for his father, a former prodigy who became a grandmaster at 16 but gave up the game due to stress. Daniel didn't even know his father could play. At his son's urging, Mr. Pratzer agrees to compete, and Daniel is surprised to see such a killer instinct in this meek, pot-bellied accountant. As the tournament begins to take a toll on his father's health and well-being, he begins to think that maybe skeletons are better left in the closet. Like a well-played chess game, drama unfolds deliberately as things progressively get worse, building up to an exciting, climactic endgame. Daniel is a likable, dorky kid, the underrated everyman with whom readers can empathize and cheer on. The characters reflect on what it means to be a winner, successful, or popular and to lose one's self to pressures from peers, parents, or competition. This book is smart, real, and full of feeling.—June Shimonishi, Torrance Public Library, CA
Kirkus Reviews
A mediocre high school chess player discovers his perfectly ordinary father is a former grandmaster in this standard-issue father-son relationship story. Daniel Pratzer has always been a jack-of-all-trades, master of none when it comes to athletics. "I had worked hard to become a decent baseball player…an acceptable soccer player…but I had never been great at any of them." When he takes up chess as a way to make friends at his New Jersey private school, he is informed by his teammates that his accountant father, Morris W. Pratzer, used to be an internationally known chess champion. They urge Daniel to convince Morris to take part in a high-stakes New York City tournament along with them and their fathers. Stung by the fact that Morris never revealed his "checkered" past, Daniel angrily confronts him only to learn that his dad quit the game because the competition had released his incendiary temper and nearly cost him his life. But Morris decides to play the tournament anyway, and his famous rage re-emerges when he faces an old rival. In the predictable end, father and son learn valuable lessons about teamwork, honor and acceptance. Check. Checkmate. The paint-by-numbers plot and unimaginative dialogue are unlikely to encourage anyone but the most die-hard chess aficionado to finish this rote problem novel. (Fiction. 11-15)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780374327774
  • Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
  • Publication date: 2/25/2014
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 240
  • Sales rank: 1,300,722
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: 810L (what's this?)
  • File size: 354 KB

Meet the Author

David Klass, an acclaimed screenwriter and the author of many popular YA novels, was a competitive chess tournament player in the post-Bobby Fischer era. He gave up the game at nineteen and only returned to it decades later, when his two children began to play in school tournaments. He lives in New York City.

David Klass is the author of many young adult novels, including You Don't Know Me, Dark Angel, and Firestorm (The Caretaker Trilogy). He is also a Hollywood screenwriter, having written more than twenty-five action screenplays, including Kiss the Girls, starring Morgan Freeman and Ashley Judd, Walking Tall, starring The Rock, and Desperate Measures, starring Michael Keaton and Andy Garcia. Klass grew up in a family that loved literature and theater--his parents were both college professors and writers--but he was a reluctant reader, preferring sports to books. But he started loving the adventure stories his parents would bring home from the library--particularly Jack London, Robert Louis Stevenson and Alexandre Dumas. After his sister twice won a story contest in Seventeen magazine, Klass decided he would win it too, and when he was a senior in high school, he did, publishing his first story, "Ringtoss," in the magazine. He studied at Yale University, where he won the Veech Award for Best Imaginative Writing. He taught English in Japan, and wrote his first novel, The Atami Dragons, about that experience. He now lives in New York with his wife and two children.
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Chess club was done for the day, and so was I. I had played three games that afternoon, two of which I’d managed to lose in the first fifteen moves. I tried to remind myself that I had just taken up the game six months ago and was still learning the basics, but there were times when I wanted to heave the nearest chess set out the window and never touch another rook or pawn again.
I pulled on my coat and headed out the door. Suddenly a hand yanked me back into the empty room and I found myself alone with the two senior co-captains of the chess team, Eric Chisolm and Brad Kinney. “We need to talk to you, Patzer-face,” Eric said as Brad locked the door.
A “patzer” in chess speak is a beginner who barely knows the moves and is a pushover to beat. It’s like being called a combination of chump, rookie, and dufus. Given the unfortunate similarity of my name to “patzer,” I had been called it many times since I first walked in the door of the chess club. But “Patzer-face” was a new twist by the co-captains that I didn’t particularly like. “Actually my name’s Pratzer,” I stammered, glancing from one to the other to try to figure out what was going on.
Eric Chisolm was senior class president, a turbo-charged student and a superachiever with intense black eyes who had never gotten less than an A in his life. He was a grind—maybe not brilliant but he outworked everyone else. He literally could never sit still—even when Eric played chess he was always fidgeting, getting up for water, and pacing behind his chair, probably doing his calculus homework in his head while figuring out a next move that would destroy his opponent. He was the son of a heart surgeon, and everyone knew he was going to be the valedictorian, go to Harvard, and discover the cure for cancer.
Brad Kinney was less intense but more naturally talented. He was tall and rugged, with a grade point average that glittered as brightly as the huge trophies he won as captain of the swimming team and contributed to our school’s trophy case. For fun, and maybe to make us all even a little more jealous, he dated the prettiest girl in the freshman class. He was the best chess player in our club—a master at eighteen who regularly won local and regional tournaments.
At another school the two of them probably wouldn’t have been caught dead on the chess club, but Loon Lake Academy had the oldest and strongest chess team in New Jersey—the Looney Knights—and it was cool to be on it, especially if you were Eric Chisolm or Brad Kinney.
I was not Eric or Brad—I was Daniel Pratzer, apparently also known in certain circles as Patzer-face. I was not tall or brilliant or rich. The admissions office must have accepted me because it was a weak year and my combination of mediocre scholarship and undistinguished extracurriculars was just enough to pass muster.
My grade average hovered above C+, resisting all my attempts to lift it into the B range like an airplane that has reached its operational ceiling and can’t gain a few more feet of desperately needed altitude. I could play a bunch of sports reasonably well, but the electrifying soccer run and the diving baseball catch forever eluded me. I had decided to join the chess club on a whim. The school sports teams practiced for more than two hours every day, and since I was still struggling with the homework load I didn’t have enough free time or ability for them. Chess met every Tuesday, and I thought the club might be a good way to make some new friends.
“We know what your name is, Patzer-face,” Eric said. “That’s why we need to talk to you.”
“What about my name?” I began to ask.
“Sit down and shut your trap,” Brad advised with his usual charm.
I sat at a desk and waited nervously. Was this some kind of freshman chess club initiation? Would they do something awful to me with rooks and bishops, leaving scars that would last for the rest of my life? I had only been at Loon Lake Academy for seven months, and had so far managed to fly under the radar of the cool-and-cruel crowd.
I glanced from one senior co-captain to the other and tried to figure out what these two towering school icons could possibly want from me.
“What are you doing this weekend?” Eric asked.
“Nothing special,” I told him. “Staying home. Watching some junk on TV. Rethreading my sheets.”
“Rethreading your what?”
“It was a joke,” I explained.
“His sense of humor’s worse than his chess playing,” Eric grunted to Brad.
“You’re not going to be rethreading anything this weekend,” Brad told me. “Don’t make any plans.”
“What’s this about?”
Brad plunked his big frame down on the desk next to my chair and folded his arms, staring at me with his bright blue eyes. It didn’t seem fair that a guy who could swim fifty meters in thirty seconds and had the physique of a Viking raiding-party chieftain was also a chess master, with a rating well above the 2200 norm. “We know about your father,” Brad announced.
“Huh?” I gulped. What was there to know about Morris Pratzer except that he was the shortest, baldest, and no doubt poorest father to ever send a child to Loon Lake Academy? He was practically mortgaging our house so that his only son could go to this fancy private school.
I don’t mean to be critical—my dad’s a good guy who works long hours at his accounting firm and sacrifices everything for his family. He also has a lighter side and some notable hidden talents that he sometimes reveals at parties: he can wiggle his ears, arch his eyebrows in opposite directions, and do a half-decent Elvis impersonation, but he’s not the sort of “A-Lister” that people suddenly dig up revelations about.
“There’s a chess tournament this weekend in New York,” Eric said, as if that explained everything.
“Didn’t see it on our schedule…” I replied cautiously. The truth is I rarely looked at the tournament schedule because I wasn’t on the five-member travel team. Nor was I on the seven-member backup team. I was on the euphemistically titled Regular Reserve Roster, which meant they would use me when necessary—which was no doubt never unless a comet struck Loon Lake and killed the dozen players ahead of me.
“That’s ’cause it’s not a regular school tournament,” Brad cut me off. “It’s a new kind of tournament. A father-son tournament. Each team needs six players to enter—three fathers and three sons. It’s at the Palace Royale Hotel in New York City. There’s twenty thousand dollars in prize money. Ten grand for first place. Do you understand now?”
No, I didn’t understand. Eric and Brad were strong players and I knew their fathers were both experts, but I was a patzer and my dad had never played a game of chess in his life. When I joined the club and brought some pieces home, I offered to teach him how they moved. “No thanks, Daniel,” he said, laughing. “I don’t have the mind for it.”
I looked back at Eric and Brad and shook my head. “I don’t get it. I won’t help you much and my dad doesn’t play.”
Eric dug out a piece of paper. I saw that it was some kind of computer printout. “Your father is Morris W. Pratzer?” he asked, like a prosecuting attorney nailing an evasive witness.
“We needed one more father-son to join us so we ran the dads of all club members through the Chess Federation ratings database, going back three decades.”
He showed me the paper. My father’s name and rating were there with an asterisk because his rating hadn’t changed in almost thirty years. I stared at it. According to the printout, Morris W. Pratzer had been a grandmaster, rated well over 2500. “This is a mistake,” I said. “Don’t you think I’d know it if my father was a grandmaster?”
“Apparently not, Patzer-face,” Eric said.
“Go home and have a father-son chat,” Brad urged, handing me a sheet with info about the tournament. “Find out the source of this little misunderstanding. Tell your dad we humbly invite him to join us this weekend in Manhattan, and if Grandmaster Pratzer doesn’t show up we’ll wring his son’s neck.”

Text copyright © 2014 by David Klass

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