On 2020-07-27 9:49 AM, thinbluemime2 wrote:
> Isabel Maxwell fights back
> By Alan D. Abbey Jerusalem Post December 12, 2003
> But Woolf's description of Maxwell is at odds with her 2003 persona.'At
> 45, she was an intelligent and somber-looking woman, plainly dressed,
> who seemed to me more like someone you might meet in an academic
> setting,' Woolf wrote in a 1998 Wired article that preceded his book.
> 'There was something hair shirt about her.'Woolf was more wowed by
> Christine.'Here, I thought, was the genetic thing at work,' he wrote,
> harking to their father's imposing presence. 'She was much more
> commanding than her sister.
Isabel Maxwell seemed fragile,thoughtful. Christine seemed alarmingly
solid and beyond reproof.'Maxwell bristles at Woolf's assessment to this
day.'Due to the tensions in the company, and my own terribly difficult
personal situation at that time, I was doing all I could to keep myself
operating professionally,' Maxwell says. 'I appeared cold and collected
because I felt frozen emotionally inside at that time. Woolf was not
remotely perceptive enough to understand any of that or what was truly
going on internally.'The McKinley sale ruptured her relationship with
her sister. The company's board fired her husband, and the couple later
divorced. He eventually set up a company that competed with Commtouch.
She says, however, the experience led her to realize she was ready to
take on a chief executive role.'It was the hardest joint personal and
professional experience of my life, and I had managed to come through it
in a way that did not tear my core apart,' she says. 'I grew immensely
out of a searing experience.'
A year later, a very different Maxwell, more like the one I see,
appeared in her own Wired profile. Writer Po Bronson described her then
as 'a woman who is not going to disappear into the noise. You get an
ultra-professional demeanor, you get a Take Me Seriously ray beam
focused on you like radar. You get the big guns.'Bronson, author of
several recent best-selling books, tells me Maxwell still impresses
him.'She's a good person,' Bronson says. 'I know that's boring, but
she's stayed in contact with me for four years, even though I left tech
writing in 1999. She keeps her friends. She respects and values
loyalty.'Maxwell's combination of accomplishment and celebrity is what
brought her to Commtouch.'We were looking for someone to help us
navigate Silicon Valley,' Mantel says. 'It went exceptionally well. She
helped the company a lot in its early days, both in the US and in the
Internet space.'When times got tough after three years, Maxwell did not
flinch from the difficult task of downsizing the company almost to
nothing.'She is a tough lady,' Mantel says. 'There was no whining. It
was a very difficult process, and a very difficult time. It is a test of
character to stand all of those pressures and win at the end of the day.'
After the restructuring, Commtouch focused its remaining funds on
developing anti-spamsoftware, which left little room for Maxwell's brand
of expertise and contacts.'We agreed it was better for everyone to stay
in touch, but not on a full-time basis,' Mantel says. Maxwell became
president emeritus of Commtouch, a title she holds to this day. As she
was at Commtouch, Maxwell is not a caretaker CEO at iCognito. So far,
she has reorganized the staff, incorporated it in the US, hired a
US-based president and sales force,moved Israeli headquarters to a new
location and prospected for new clients. She hints at other significant
changes soon. At work, Maxwell, 53, is dressed in a sharply tailored,
navy pinstriped suit with large white cuffs and collar. She is the
anomaly at iCognito - speaking English with her upper-crust British
accent - where the cubicles are filled with young, hip staffers. She
boasts that the office, in an anonymous, unfinished building tucked
behind the Big Mall in Petah Tikva, was in move-incondition, cost less
than the previous headquarters, and came equipped with desks, chairs,and
wall hangings.There's that frugality again, but she is not immune from
seeking some CEO perks. She says the air in the previous office was
filthy from an adjacent chemical plant.'That was it,' she says. 'I said
that if I am going to be working long days and I cannot go out for a
breath of fresh air, then we have to move.'The new office also overlooks
a chemical plant, but this one is abandoned.
After a few days at iCognito, Maxwell jets off to London, where she
gives a lecture at Oxford's business school and spends a rare, quiet day
with her brother Kevin and his family in the English countryside,
watching television with nieces and nephews.She tells me afterward how
someone at Oxford asked her what would be 'the next big thing.'In
response, she whips out a Palm Zire 71 handheld computer, a gift from
Benhamou. It contains a camera, among other features. Maxwell pulls out
the stylus, leans across her desk,and begins showing me her photo
gallery. It is a rapid-fire run-through of the life of Isabel Maxwell.
In short order I see photos of rare manuscripts in Oxford's library,
former US president Bill Clinton at Shimon Peres's 80th birthday party,
Palestinian leader Sari Nusseibeh (she supports his peace plan), Justice
Minister Yosef Lapid, Israeli hi-tech pioneer Yossi Vardi,Muhammad
Darwashe (local representative of the high-profile One Voice
organization shealso supports), her son Alexander, Israeli Ambassador to
the UN Danny Gillerman, a full lunar eclipse seen from the hills of
Sausalito, north of San Francisco, and Tel Aviv's Love Parade,which she
watched from a friend's apartment.
The images are telling: Maxwell travels in the same circles as her
father, but she is more comfortable behind the camera, not in front of
it. Robert Maxwell never went any where without making headlines. Isabel
Maxwell runs from them. Further, she is carrying on her father's legacy
in Israel, albeit in her own way. Even her politics, decidedly dovish
when it comes to Israel, reflect her father's left- wing political
orientation.
At our next meeting, Maxwell introduces me to her latest Israeli
project, K94G. She is helping the small team of former IDF dog trainers
that comprise K94G to develop a company seeking to crack the global
security market with their product: highly trained, bomb-sniffing
dogs.'One day, I got an e-mail from someone I know who wanted to place
an order for 100 security dogs, and the same day I heard from these
folks,' she says. She became involved with security dogs by helping the
group 'Pups for Peace' place a front-page feature story about their
bomb-sniffing dogs in The Wall Street Journal.
The night before I get to see the dogs, I receive a call from someone
who gives me a mysterious set of directions to the meeting, which will
take place about one hour from Jerusalem in a location I cannot
disclose. After a series of confusing turns off Highway 1, I think I am
on the right road. My car tires crunch on gravel as the path
deteriorates to a nearly impassable track. I see a small installation in
the distance. I get on my cellphone and ask for the final directions.
The voice on the other end tells me he sees me, and I should stop my
car.In the distance, I spy a half-dozen, hard-looking, ex-army types
with short, graying hair and tight black T-shirts. Maxwell is a slight
figure among the burly men. Gone is her pin striped suit. In its place
are forest-green leather pants, a brown suede vest, and black clogs. The
ubiquitous silver rings remain.Two rangy Belgian Malinois dogs sit
nearby, quivering with anticipation, barking at movement in the
distance. An Arab boy gives the group a nervous glance as he leads a
flock of goats past.'Avner' (he won't give me his last name) sets up the
demonstration. The dog, Lyka, will identify and attack a suicide bomber
long before he has a chance to approach a crowd.
We form a rough, Israeli-style queue at one of the installation's
buildings, as if we are waiting to enter a cafe. One of the dog trainers
slips on a vest packed with explosives, so as to give off the proper
scent. The dog ignores us as we stand near her, but quickly snaps to
attention as the vest-clad 'bomber' gets within 20 meters. She strains
at her leash, bounds away, and leaps on him within seconds. Her mouth
clamps on the protective sleeve he wears on his left arm.Maxwell's eyes
light up.'Now it's your turn, Isabel,' Avner says. He wants her to see
just how good the dogs are. Maxwell obediently slides her left arm into
the sleeve.'I've never done this before,' she says nervously. 'But I
never get involved in anything I don't experience directly.'Once she is
set, Avner gives the command, and Lyka goes after the protective
sleeve.Maxwell gamely struggles with her. Each has her eyes locked on
the other in a seeming test of wills. After a few seconds that seem
longer, Avner gives another command and the dog lets go. Now that Lyka
has been 'switched off,' Maxwell pets her as if they are the best of
friends.
The tension dissipates, and the dog is sent to her handler's car.'There
is a huge security market,' Maxwell says, flushed from the encounter.
'Not only is this one of the answers to terrorism and security here, but
it is one of the things someone like Bechtel or Haliburton would love to
have.'Maxwell offers handshakes all around. She will be in touch. She
grabs her bag and heads to my car for the trip to the Mount of Olives.
Isabel Maxwell has another story to tell her father.