Every so often, someone who knows I’m avid card-player says, “Oh, I’ve always
wanted to learn bridge!” I generally feel that I’ve got to dissuade them, or at
least prepare them for what’s ahead: bridge, despite its prominence in
English-speaking culture, is a weird game, with an awful lot of its meat
located in an odd information-theoretic metagame played out in the auction, with
players making increasingly fine estimations of the cards everyone else is
holding according to the often elaborate and often entirely artificial sequence
of bids for the contract that will hold back on the actual field of play. And
bridge culture is sometimes monomaniacally focused on this single facet of the
game, going to great lengths to ensure that no information about one’s holdings
can possibly leak into the auction except by the bids, and bridge players can
be a bit persnickety about just this point. Not that any of this is
necessarily to its detriment, but it’s not really what many of us have in
mind after we’ve seen a few civilized games played over cocktails in the room
next to the one with the murder in it on Poirot.
I take it as given that these people aren’t necessarily interested in bridge as
a card game, set against all other card games. That is, I don’t think they’re
telling me, “I’ve always meant to pick up a 4-hander Whist derivative with
fixed partnerships and a granular auction!” So what I’d like to do is say:
you don’t want to learn bridge. You want to learn Slovenian Tarok (or Vira, or
Scopone, or Skat). I’d like to tell them about a game that will hold their
interest and reward skill and deep, strategic thinking just as much as bridge
will, but that is more fun, and whose players are friendlier.
We know: that’s not how things work. I’m guessing that my friends have
conceived an interest in bridge in this manner:
As native English speakers, born and raised in the United States, Canada, or
United Kingdom, they played no card games growing up, or relatively simple
ones. They might have played chess, but chess is extremely hard to play
casually, and few of us got in at the right angle to get devoted to it. In the
US we have a handful of relatively weak or localized cards traditions: Euchre,
Spades, and gin might be the biggest ones. If they grew up in a few specific
subcultures they might have played one of these games with their friends and
family, but it wasn’t the sort of thing that made it outside the bubble.
Otherwise they might have played something with a grandparent—a tradition
that might even persist within the family—but again, it wasn’t a practice
that translated to their larger community. By young adulthood, it’s quite
likely that my friends encountered poker and had at least a few late, fun
nights with it. To this day poker is by far the most prominent card game in
America (though its ubiquity in the mid-aughts now seems like a fever dream),
but it doesn’t really work in the same way. When you play poker you’re making a
series of wagers against your opponents, with the cards as a series of
randomized outcomes to bet on. It’s hard (not impossible, but hard) to have a
good time unless there’s actual money at stake, and that means that it can
never be a pastime in the same way that other games can be.