I think John Preston, author of the brilliant, "A Very English Scandal," could make anyone interesting. Not that it would really take too much effort to make the mercurial, outrageous, provocative Robert Maxwell fascinating. What is harder, is to make the reader feel sympathy for the volatile, unstable and corrupt tycoon; but somehow Preston does make you feel a certain compassion for the self-styled, 'Bob the Max,' and certainly for his long-suffering wife Betty.
This title begins with Maxwell's triumphant take-over of the troubled, "New York Daily News," beset by union troubles, a massive wage bill and antiquated machinery. The book then returns to Maxwell, or rather Jan Hoch's, birth in the Czechoslovakian province of Ruthenia (later reclaimed by Hungary and then absorbed into the Soviet Union) in 1923 to poor, Jewish Orthodox parents. Despite his poverty, young Jan was intelligent and attended school; quickly abandoning his lessons when war broke out and ending up in Budapest, fighting for the Allies and ending up in England.
Jan Hoch had a way of re-inventing himself. From Ivan du Maurier, through Captain stone, Private Leslie Jones, Lance-Corporal Leslie Smith and later settling on Robert Maxwell. This had to be final, as his long-suffering bank manager, frankly fed up with the paperwork, threatened to close his account if he changed his name again... Still, if his name was fixed, Maxwell had much else that he could change. Now married to Elizabeth Meynard, who he met in Paris in 1944, the couple had nine children - Maxwell himself was one of nine children - seven of whom survived.
Settled in England and now a family man, Maxwell set out to make his fortune. Through publishing, acting as a member of parliament, a long-running spat with Rupert Murdoch, buying The Mirror and more, we follow his rise and his fall. Maxwell was a man who literally could not stop. He couldn't stop talking - as a new Member of Parliament, his fellow MP's struggled to interrupt him, while a bemused President Bush used Maxwell's need to take a breath to quickly excuse himself and flee a dinner before he could begin again. He couldn't stop eating. Having had a poor, and hungry, childhood, he would order Chinese take out for nineteen people for a dinner for two and literally cram food into his mouth. Emotional, cruel to his children and wife, sometimes vulnerable, full of guilt at the loss of his family in the Holocaust, increasingly suspicious, to the point where he bugged his offices, obsessive and a total swindler. Even before he was moving pension funds around to prop up his businesses, he was cheating his newspaper competitions and just seemed to feel he could make life follow his rules.
It was obvious that, at some point, Maxwell's teetering empire would collapse. As one quote says, his actions were, "the increasingly desperate actions of a desperate man," and his behaviour becoming ever more unpredictable. Even as the vultures circled, Maxwell went missing from his yacht; his body later found in the water. Was it accident suicide or murder? Did he fake his death? Was he a spy, assassinated or pushed? As ever with this larger than life character, there were no obvious answers. However, Preston does an excellent job of taking the reader through the evidence, autopsies, rather enthusiastic funeral and about turns as the mess that Maxwell had left behind became apparent. A riveting book by an author who has become a must read.