Maxwell Newspapers Continued

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1994

I could only find one article from 1994 but it is juicy.

[ELIZABETH MAXWELL S&M STORIES]

[BEATING 9 YEAR OLD GHISLAINE W/ RIDING CROPS & SHOEHORNS]

November 2, 1994 - The London Guardian - Page 35

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Robert Maxwell was a man of many mysteries. One which remains unsolved is this: why did women find him so overpoweringly sexy? In her new book, Betty Maxwell reveals how the sight of him affected her: “I was transfixed. A strange sensation of warmth flooded through my body, blood seemed to drain from me, my legs felt like jelly, and I fell with a thud on the chair, my head spinning.”

I wondered why this sounded familiar, and then I remembered. “Bob came down into the hall… He told me I looked prettier than ever and I held his arm tightly while walking down the steps. I was terrified I was going to faint.” Thus Eleanor Berry, the daughter of the former Telegraph proprietor in her book Robert Maxwell As I Knew Him.

Unlike Betty’s autobiography, Berry’s book has had almost no publicity. It was published a year ago by a tiny firm in Devon, and received just one brief notice in the Literary Review. It deserves a wider audience - not least because Betty has now confirmed much of what it reveals about her husband. Mrs. Maxwell tells us, for instance, that Bob was a brutal disciplinarian with his children, beating them on the slightest pretext. Berry fills in the details. She recalls a conversation with the nine-year-old Ghislaine, who was waiting for a “pre-arranged hiding” from the fat man.

“Daddy has a series of things lined up in a row,” Ghislaine explained. “There’s a riding crop with a swish to it, another straight riding crop, and a few shoe horns. He always asks me to choose which one I want.”

Did he ever use this armoury on adults? Berry, a self-confessed flagellomaniac, says that Maxwell encouraged her to wear leather trousers and snakeskin, stiletto-heeled boots. One day he threatened to “take you upstairs and tan your backside, big as you are.” According to Berry, the threat of a flogging “by the hand of this hunky male sex siren” excited her so much that “I had to go upstairs and immerse myself in a stone-cold bath for half an hour.”

We shall have to wait and see whether Betty Maxwell has anything in this vein. But in the first installment from her book she quoted a letter she sent Bob, in which she described herself as “the half-flayed creature you have stripped naked.”