"I, like many chess players, am somewhat prickly when it comes to the use of chess analogies, metaphors, similes...."
So wrote T.C. a couple of weeks ago.
You can certainly count me among the many - particularly since "chess", as Morgan pointed out in the comments box to Tom's post, is usually employed as a synonym for "boring".
Today, in contrast, I offer a truly excellent use of our favourite game from Richard Price or Richard "award-winning writer on The Wire" Price as he tends to be described these days ....
"Are you Eric?"
Bracing for the next shitstorm, Eric just stared at him.
"Paulie Shaw said you might want to talk."
The culture dealer; Eric needing a moment to place the name, the conversation.
A vision then came to Eric of the Eighth Precinct detectives entraping him in a dope buy to squeeze him into cooperating; of more shit in the papers, of killing himself.
"Paulie Shaw?" the possible undercover tried again.
The Picasso shirt was a nice touch.
"I don't know you," Eric said.
"All right, whatever." He shrugged, then nodded to the menu. "Can I get a table?"
An hour later Eric brought over the coffee himself, sat down across from the Halloween Frenchman.
"So, who are you?"
Eric sat there, trying to chess this through.
Bloomsbury Publishing, 2008
[***** on the JB speed review scale]
Take the Richard Price link and jump to 21:40.