Perpetual Check

Perpetual Check

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by Rich Wallace

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Randy is a chubby ninth grader with a Cub Scout hair cut who guesses M&M colors with his eyes closed and makes up words. He’s also a chess whiz who has defeated his older brother Zeke in nine of their last ten matches. Zeke is a high school senior, a soccer champ, and a chess natural who can beat just about anyone if he decides to really concentrate. So why


Randy is a chubby ninth grader with a Cub Scout hair cut who guesses M&M colors with his eyes closed and makes up words. He’s also a chess whiz who has defeated his older brother Zeke in nine of their last ten matches. Zeke is a high school senior, a soccer champ, and a chess natural who can beat just about anyone if he decides to really concentrate. So why is his loser little brother the better athlete, the better chess player, and the first to have a girlfriend?

The competition heightens when both Randy and Zeke qualify for the Northeast Regional of the Pennsylvania High School Chess Championships (Randy is seeded, Zeke is not)—and play their way right into a brother-tobrother final round. Told in alternating points of view between brothers, Rich Wallace’s new novel brings to life one of America’s favorite pastimes in a suspenseful story about competition and family loyalty.

Rich Wallace is the author of several books for young adults, including One Good Punch, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults; and Wrestling Sturbridge, an ALA Quick Pick. He lives in Pennsylvania.

Editorial Reviews

VOYA - Mary Ann Harlan
Anyone familiar with this author will find familiar themes in this book—competition, big fish in a little pond, parental conflict. Brothers Zeke and Randy hail from Sturbridge, the small town in which Wallace sets his stories. They are chess players, good enough to make the regional tournament, but there the similarities end. Zeke is an athlete, raised by his father to think he is special. Much like his father, however, he is not that special outside of Sturbridge town limits. Randy has given up sports, and he finds Zeke and his father's participation in athletics just a little ridiculous. As brothers they do not get along—they do not like each other, and as the dual narration illustrates, they do not understand each other. Their true feelings and motivations go undiscovered as they try to survive their father's pressure. The story takes place over twenty-four hours, as the boys move through the chess tournament. Inevitably they find themselves facing off in the semifinals, at which point their father finally pushes past Zeke's limits, in a move that brings the two boys together. There is no major event on which the plot swings, but instead the book is more character study. Zeke is not a particularly likeable character, but he is hiding more than Randy, making him more complex. The father is nothing more than a stereotypical "stage parent," but it is not too distracting as his role is to allow the boys to develop. Overall the book is a solid piece of writing from Wallace. Reviewer: Mary Ann Harlan
Children's Literature - Jennifer Lehmann
Zeke Mansfield and his brother Randy have one thing in common: chess. When they both qualify for the Northeast Regional of the Pennsylvania High School Chess Championship, they redefine their relationship with each other and with their overbearing father. The story's point of view alternates between the two brothers. Zeke is a high school senior and strong athlete who brings his competitive nature into every aspect of his life. Randy is a freshman with natural talent, who quietly rebels against his father by refusing to be ambitious. In just over one hundred pages, the book covers the short time span of a weekend. Even in that brief time, both well-developed characters mature; however, the father, who provides the primary conflict in the story, is too one-sided. He pushes his sons so hard that he disrupts their successes. He causes tension in their relationship, and he makes their mother unhappy. While we see both the image he wants to portray and his true weak character, we are given nothing that explains him or makes him sympathetic. The female characters in the story are not shown as completely as the two boys, because of the shortness of the tale. While this does not hurt the story-telling, it may make the book less appealing to girls. The inclusion of a wide variety of chess players, including beautiful girls and athletes, makes the story and the game of chess, appealing to more readers than might otherwise be interested. The simple explanations of the game and the moves make it accessible to a broad audience. Reviewer: Jennifer Lehmann
School Library Journal

Gr 7-11

Brothers Zeke and Randy differ in their physical appearance, in their attitudes, and in their relationships with their dad, with girls, and, most significantly for this story, in their approaches to chess. Zeke, a senior, seems made in Dad's hypercompetitive, decidedly obnoxious image. He shows prowess in soccer and tennis as well as chess, but is a bit too full of himself. Randy, a pudgy freshman, has developed his game quickly and now beats Zeke pretty consistently. In Scranton for the Northeast Regional of the Pennsylvania High School Chess Championships, thoughtful and relatively laid-back Randy faces his big brother in the semifinals, but not before each boy works his way through several interesting matches in which the author develops both the game strategies and the personalities involved as tensions escalate during the weekend tournament. While their climactic match is not the end of the story, the siblings have begun to see one another as allies while perceiving their father in a different light. This slim book capitalizes on dualities throughout, from the optical-illusion cover illustration to the brothers' transformed relationship, as well as the family crisis to which the title may most aptly allude. Given an untenable position, does one retreat, attack, or concede? Wallace cleverly positions Randy and Zeke for a win-win conclusion in this satisfying, engaging, and deceptively simple story.-Joel Shoemaker, Southeast Junior High School, Iowa City, IA

Kirkus Reviews
Fighting, flirting and familial pressure set the scene for an intense day at a regional chess tournament. Brothers Zeke and Randy Mansfield have never been close. Zeke is the soccer player who has to work hard for just about anything he wants. Randy is more relaxed and outgoing and is the only person who can regularly beat Zeke at chess. The only thing the boys think they have in common is the mutual but unspoken low opinion of their father. To the senior Mansfield, winning is everything; nothing ever fully pleases him. As the day of intense play progresses, Zeke and Randy become more open with each other regarding their parents and the state of their brotherly relationship. Chess may be an exciting game to play and even to watch, but the tension between the players and audience doesn't come through to readers during the scenes of play. The lack of physical action consequently slows the book down in parts, but the interesting characters, natural dialogue and overall slenderness keep it from checkmate by boredom. A decent choice for boys looking for mental rather than physical adventures. (Fiction. YA)

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Random House Children's Books
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5.80(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.80(d)
750L (what's this?)
Age Range:
12 Years

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*  ONE  *

Several Moves Ahead

They're barefoot, moving silently along the carpeted hallway, searching for some clue to which hotel room might be Jenna McNulty's.

217? 219? All of the doors look the same. What were they expecting to tip them off? Some definitive prep-school snore?

Pramod puts a finger to his lips—Like I don't know enough to be quiet, Zeke thinks—and kneels by a room-service tray someone had shoved into the hall. He lifts a silver-colored cover to reveal a sprig of parsley swimming in a congealed smear of steak grease and blood at the edge of the plate. He sticks his tongue from his open mouth and grimaces.

There's a half-full bottle of Heineken on the tray, recapped and upright. Pramod carefully puts two long, nimble fingers on the neck and raises it from the tray.

Zeke gives him a look that says, No way you're drinking that.

Pramod walks—with the beer—a few feet away, so he's equidistant between the doors of rooms 219 and 221. He leans against the pale striped wallpaper and motions Zeke over.

"He didn't drink from the bottle," he whispers.

"Who didn't?"

"Whoever's in that room." He points to the tray. "He used a glass, see?"

There's a clear drinking glass on the tray with an obvious trace of dried beer foam. In other words, the bottle holds untouched Heineken. Warm, certainly, and probably flat.

Pramod checks to make sure the cap is on tight, then puts the bottle in the pocket of his loose green gym shorts and starts walking toward the elevators. His T-shirt says JESUIT LACROSSE, and his straight black hair is badly mussed.

Zeke checks his watch. It's 1:09 a.m. The Round of 16 starts in less than eight hours.

The elevator floor is cool on their bare feet, and it takes a long time for the numbers to change from 2 to 3 to 4. They stop and the door opens and they walk along the hallway. Pramod takes his room key (actually, it's more like a credit card), opens the door, and they go in. Zeke reaches into his own pocket quickly and fishes around, then pulls out his empty hand.

Pramod unwraps two plastic hotel cups by the sink and pours about three ounces of beer into each.

He drinks his in one swig and stands there waiting for Zeke to empty his.

"Tastes like crap when it's warm," Pramod says.

"It's better cold?" Zeke immediately realizes that he's tipped his hand.
Pramod smirks. "Much better."

"I mean, I never had Heineken before. I usually drink other brands."
Pramod rolls his eyes. "Like apple juice?"

"Sometimes. Or vodka." Zeke's never even tasted vodka.

"You bring any with you?"

"No. I forgot."

"Sure you did."

When Zeke was six, his father decided that he was smart enough to learn to play chess. He didn't go easy on him. After about two weeks of getting his butt kicked, Zeke asked, "Dad, when do you think I'll be able to beat you?"

Mr. Mansfield smiled and rubbed the whiskers on his chin. "Well, Ace," he said, "if you keep learning and working at it, I think you'll probably be giving me a good game by the time you're fourteen or fifteen."

Three days later, Zeke got lucky and beat him. Soon after that, it wasn't luck at all. He was simply better than his dad. He had the ability to plan several moves ahead. His father didn't.

Zeke always found it amusing that he could regularly beat someone so much older than he was. Until the same thing started happening to him.

Last year, Zeke was the top-ranked player on his high school chess team. You won't hear him bragging to his friends about it. He doesn't use it to try to pick up girls. He doesn't have a letterman's jacket with an embroidered rook or a bishop sewn onto the sleeve.

But he likes the game and he's good at it, and the competitive chess season is basically all winter, fitting between his other sports of soccer and tennis.

The problem for Zeke is "my fat-ass little brother, Randy."

Randy is a freshman, so he's on the team this year. And he beats Zeke nine times out of ten. So that was the end of Zeke's top ranking.

The poker game had lasted about two hours, then a bunch of them roamed the halls for the rest of the evening. Just Zeke and Pramod were left by midnight.

Zeke's not surprised to see a chessboard on the table near the window in Pramod's room, set up as if in midgame. Most of these chess guys are constantly reviewing moves and tactics, reading about it, playing it online, practicing their openings and attacks over and over.

Zeke boned up a little this past week, but he usually doesn't even think about chess except when he's got a match. There's a lot on the line this weekend, though.

They're at the Lackawanna Station Hotel in Scranton for the Northeast Regional of the Pennsylvania High School Chess Championships. Sixty-four players got invited here, and they played two rounds earlier tonight, leaving sixteen to decide the regional title tomorrow. They gave the sixteen who advanced free dinner and rooms.

The regional winner gets a thousand-dollar scholarship. The overall state champion—to be decided next weekend in Philly among the eight regional champions and runners-up—gets five thousand.

"We never did figure out which room was hers," Pramod says, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

"Who?" Zeke asks, though he knows Pramod is referring to Jenna McNulty. She's the top seed in the tournament and also the best-looking player, by far. And she knows it. About both things.

"Right. Like you don't know who I'm talking about," Pramod says. "You stared at her between every move tonight."

"And you didn't?"

"We all did. That's why she's so hard to beat. Instead of concentrating on our chess moves, we're dreaming about what other moves we could be putting on her."

Zeke's face gets a little flushed, and he nods. If he wins his first match in the morning, he'll be playing against Jenna in the quarterfinals.

Earlier that night, Zeke forced a stalemate in his first game against a guy from Carbondale but beat him quickly in the rematch. And his second-round game was over in about five minutes.

His little brother, Randy, won both of his matches easily. Randy's ranked fifth overall. The tournament officials seeded the top eight based on their computer ratings, and the rest of the players were plugged into the brackets at random.

It's set up like a basketball tournament. If there were no upsets in the early rounds, then the quarterfinals would have the first seed against the eighth, second versus seventh, third against sixth, and fourth versus fifth. But a couple of ranked players have already been knocked out.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A boy can guess m&m colors with his eyes closed and he also makes up words. That is all im going to say lol :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This has a hart warming ending an exiting beginig and always a page turner. Even though I dont play chess I still enjoyed it. WARNING contains bad words that can be disturbing to kids. But over all it was good.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Two brothers. One championship. Both Zeke and Randy Mansfield have made it to the Northeast Regional Pennsylvania High School Chess Championship. Zeke, the overly confident senior who succeeds in soccer, baseball, and tennis, was the top chess player in their school before Randy entered as a freshman. He's the one their father calls "Ace," and their father's obsessive coaching has turned Zeke's bravado into a weapon that he intends to wield during the tournament. For Randy, the slightly overweight freshman who makes up words for fun, chess is something that comes naturally, and he doesn't let the fact that he's beaten his older brother nine times out of ten effect his expectations for the tournament. As the championship progresses, and more talented players are eliminated, it becomes clear that the Mansfield brothers will be facing off against each other in the semifinals. With their father on the sidelines, more excited and competitive than both of them about this match, each brother begins to realize that perhaps their strategies toward chess - and life - aren't so different and incompatible after all. No matter who wins, this tournament is bound to bring them closer, and offer an understanding that each of them had never thought possible. I honestly never thought that I'd find a story about a chess match so exciting and compelling. Although one does not need to be a skilled chess player to enjoy this quick, endearing read, it would help the reader to have a basic knowledge of the pieces and workings of the game to increase their enjoyment of this tale.