My grandfather was the dentist of some of New York’s best chess players, including Samuel Reshevsky, Al Horowitz, and Edward Lasker. And he wasn’t so bad at the game himself.

I now question everything because my Deda—my hero who escaped the Soviet Union and would never believe that a man in power could keep his children safer than he could—has made an unfathomable choice

‘However wonderful, miraculous, glorious and cute Sammy may be, becoming a grandfather is not something, on some egotistical level, I’m entirely comfortable with’