My father is chess. I make up the rules as I go along. It was the earlier days of the internet, and he had discovered that he could find the thin Avalon Hill rectangles from his childhood for a modest price in internet auctions. I remember those games fondly as objects, their promise. I don’t know what they promised him—if they promised anything at all. To say that my father and I do not think in the same way is an understatement.
Does playing "style" have a place, for example in the case of chess? Not just perfect play but unique play given constraints?