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; B! M, [: }7 m' }In 1982, when he was still working on the Macintosh, Jobs met the famed folksinger Joan
, P* `7 W# ^( y- D; g" W9 ]& eBaez through her sister Mimi Fariña, who headed a charity that was trying to get donations
4 w+ z/ Z& p% L0 J: ?1 rof computers for prisons. A few weeks later he and Baez had lunch in Cupertino. “I wasn’t
, b' ]& N* y/ Eexpecting a lot, but she was really smart and funny,” he recalled. At the time, he was
3 f/ L. ^9 M: L! v$ dnearing the end of his relationship with Barbara Jasinski. They had vacationed in Hawaii,1 l0 }& A7 R7 `2 I0 `
shared a house in the Santa Cruz mountains, and even gone to one of Baez’s concerts+ z! ]7 k! H" R% D O
together. As his relationship with Jasinski flamed out, Jobs began getting more serious with8 m$ }' A! O' Q" M: B: x& R. Y
Baez. He was twenty-seven and Baez was forty-one, but for a few years they had a
4 k' \" k$ \- Eromance. “It turned into a serious relationship between two accidental friends who became1 v) n D4 a+ N6 x2 a0 d2 t: T2 `/ j
lovers,” Jobs recalled in a somewhat wistful tone.
" q9 F, L) A8 M3 [( \$ F( O3 PElizabeth Holmes, Jobs’s friend from Reed College, believed that one of the reasons he( b* ~% I7 h) {& m2 B
went out with Baez—other than the fact that she was beautiful and funny and talented—
# J# s; g7 s4 \8 V) a/ Q+ awas that she had once been the lover of Bob Dylan. “Steve loved that connection to* Z3 v# |0 O2 X+ z. {
Dylan,” she later said. Baez and Dylan had been lovers in the early 1960s, and they toured# W, y. E7 @2 B \9 b
as friends after that, including with the Rolling Thunder Revue in 1975. (Jobs had the
2 n1 i" B0 N2 s! Z# a- ebootlegs of those concerts.) B" R9 h8 A' m _1 n$ P( I4 \3 K
When she met Jobs, Baez had a fourteen-year-old son, Gabriel, from her marriage to the8 b; b; B- }6 f. v2 [9 T
antiwar activist David Harris. At lunch she told Jobs she was trying to teach Gabe how to
3 |/ V! L5 d! F$ r$ }5 D# G3 |: mtype. “You mean on a typewriter?” Jobs asked. When she said yes, he replied, “But a9 K0 _. U3 d8 Y7 y
typewriter is antiquated.”
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" c5 `3 T$ z: k3 u" W“If a typewriter is antiquated, what does that make me?” she asked. There was an% x# Y: v& ?( o# L0 G) @" s
awkward pause. As Baez later told me, “As soon as I said it, I realized the answer was so
1 l, I8 x- ?# W: b6 Kobvious. The question just hung in the air. I was just horrified.”: [7 f) e8 H/ E, c
Much to the astonishment of the Macintosh team, Jobs burst into the office one day with
% d0 v0 C& ~! V' m0 k6 u) P3 jBaez and showed her the prototype of the Macintosh. They were dumbfounded that he0 g8 A$ L) |8 X8 I* E1 ]
would reveal the computer to an outsider, given his obsession with secrecy, but they were
5 K Z. U2 N6 v$ Y- y- Meven more blown away to be in the presence of Joan Baez. He gave Gabe an Apple II, and3 A7 [$ P3 Z! G: Z0 T* N! R
he later gave Baez a Macintosh. On visits Jobs would show off the features he liked. “He! e4 @! u( j+ {* i
was sweet and patient, but he was so advanced in his knowledge that he had trouble+ D" [8 C% L7 q2 d( k
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He was a sudden multimillionaire; she was a world-famous celebrity, but sweetly down-
M9 ?( y( D3 c2 e% M+ E( [to-earth and not all that wealthy. She didn’t know what to make of him then, and still found9 L' i9 L+ Q# r
him puzzling when she talked about him almost thirty years later. At one dinner early in
) ]+ A1 N; W! B8 f: D: G0 k! @% ]( Q0 `3 ptheir relationship, Jobs started talking about Ralph Lauren and his Polo Shop, which she
; \4 [6 c2 {8 W' I* yadmitted she had never visited. “There’s a beautiful red dress there that would be perfect
& U5 b, T Z, B8 i3 l8 Gfor you,” he said, and then drove her to the store in the Stanford Mall. Baez recalled, “I said- J5 n; k& E/ S- y$ M1 [" a
to myself, far out, terrific, I’m with one of the world’s richest men and he wants me to have. Q. D6 j0 e& R' M9 |
this beautiful dress.” When they got to the store, Jobs bought a handful of shirts for himself
* u8 G2 F9 M4 X) ~# z" zand showed her the red dress. “You ought to buy it,” he said. She was a little surprised, and
" w( ^# [- u0 H) w/ rtold him she couldn’t really afford it. He said nothing, and they left. “Wouldn’t you think if
( _5 h: Q9 v" x) fsomeone had talked like that the whole evening, that they were going to get it for you?” she& j# [' a! a/ ^- y
asked me, seeming genuinely puzzled about the incident. “The mystery of the red dress is* c H% R% @8 J
in your hands. I felt a bit strange about it.” He would give her computers, but not a dress,) e- C2 A2 w$ ]" K9 X; k
and when he brought her flowers he made sure to say they were left over from an event in6 f9 k! K, h5 t7 x6 q7 W& A
the office. “He was both romantic and afraid to be romantic,” she said.7 _9 G' W4 {8 u% [: `5 `
When he was working on the NeXT computer, he went to Baez’s house in Woodside to. `/ _& s$ H; D
show her how well it could produce music. “He had it play a Brahms quartet, and he told( T# g7 x2 z- q/ Z' C2 T
me eventually computers would sound better than humans playing it, even get the innuendo
O+ H: L, q- |" P1 g7 k0 k2 x: pand the cadences better,” Baez recalled. She was revolted by the idea. “He was working
) J m& n/ s8 K& ^himself up into a fervor of delight while I was shrinking into a rage and thinking, How* V9 f; Y: d. ?1 f- G- O
could you defile music like that?”
( q, `) R% S3 `+ b' RJobs would confide in Debi Coleman and Joanna Hoffman about his relationship with: l. @$ r# ^1 k& p% r" O3 i
Baez and worry about whether he could marry someone who had a teenage son and was0 M1 ?+ k% ~# Z( L1 x$ K
probably past the point of wanting to have more children. “At times he would belittle her as2 E. j. Q; X" D V( n" u9 }
being an ‘issues’ singer and not a true ‘political’ singer like Dylan,” said Hoffman. “She" _- T. d0 I, C9 q. `+ b
was a strong woman, and he wanted to show he was in control. Plus, he always said he
+ {( w# r" n! J/ e4 |wanted to have a family, and with her he knew that he wouldn’t.”
3 Y$ ?# p" k1 Q' r5 m2 M' V8 jAnd so, after about three years, they ended their romance and drifted into becoming just1 o; m: m) m! O+ r0 L% j4 i
friends. “I thought I was in love with her, but I really just liked her a lot,” he later said. “We
7 f! |5 { a+ Q4 O- Z: y: aweren’t destined to be together. I wanted kids, and she didn’t want any more.” In her 1989
8 i; [, P: n* A6 E& ]) Umemoir, Baez wrote about her breakup with her husband and why she never remarried: “I# e! b9 B9 {5 Z& K0 D3 g6 ~( `! A
belonged alone, which is how I have been since then, with occasional interruptions that are
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mostly picnics.” She did add a nice acknowledgment at the end of the book to “Steve Jobs6 c' v( h$ x3 I- l
for forcing me to use a word processor by putting one in my kitchen.”3 R2 G* a1 S1 O
# v8 v! `7 I6 y% ZFinding Joanne and Mona
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6 {( _9 X7 ]$ K* XWhen Jobs was thirty-one, a year after his ouster from Apple, his mother Clara, who was a
4 B5 m( c/ ~' s) @, y3 hsmoker, was stricken with lung cancer. He spent time by her deathbed, talking to her in
/ N& l% G/ T' n' \7 m, aways he had rarely done in the past and asking some questions he had refrained from
0 |2 N* b6 A0 H6 H9 V* ]raising before. “When you and Dad got married, were you a virgin?” he asked. It was hard, t, D/ D: G3 L; U/ O: w
for her to talk, but she forced a smile. That’s when she told him that she had been married
6 X3 ^3 ]0 a& J+ j& |/ `1 V4 X! jbefore, to a man who never made it back from the war. She also filled in some of the details
' y4 D) K( m2 M; D2 X9 t+ A! d+ @of how she and Paul Jobs had come to adopt him.3 H9 Q6 u8 m i/ x, N5 h
Soon after that, Jobs succeeded in tracking down the woman who had put him up for: y) l: C2 D% W' `
adoption. His quiet quest to find her had begun in the early 1980s, when he hired a* p r. p1 G2 j! e* `. `( m; B
detective who had failed to come up with anything. Then Jobs noticed the name of a San
, F+ y- C) C6 SFrancisco doctor on his birth certificate. “He was in the phone book, so I gave him a call,”2 ^; ]. y. w! z9 G% f
Jobs recalled. The doctor was no help. He claimed that his records had been destroyed in a
7 B! u1 ` Y! \+ E% efire. That was not true. In fact, right after Jobs called, the doctor wrote a letter, sealed it in
& G" B, Y. x4 U& C1 T& pan envelope, and wrote on it, “To be delivered to Steve Jobs on my death.” When he died a
$ A( m) i' H! m6 a+ `$ ]short time later, his widow sent the letter to Jobs. In it, the doctor explained that his mother
, \3 q& w8 _! V: Hhad been an unmarried graduate student from Wisconsin named Joanne Schieble.
! Q. z+ a* D9 c# e) v5 @0 EIt took another few weeks and the work of another detective to track her down. After
( z @1 | t% t" ogiving him up, Joanne had married his biological father, Abdulfattah “John” Jandali, and5 m, O. C, W0 w. w' J9 V0 t$ F0 i
they had another child, Mona. Jandali abandoned them five years later, and Joanne married
/ M0 M0 j) |6 A- Ca colorful ice-skating instructor, George Simpson. That marriage didn’t last long either, and
! e0 D# r# v4 f# S2 l/ d7 G) rin 1970 she began a meandering journey that took her and Mona (both of them now using
* @: M! D( E' ]5 m8 F: i0 N$ x/ Ethe last name Simpson) to Los Angeles.4 m/ {; g3 h) e( j( u4 b m
Jobs had been reluctant to let Paul and Clara, whom he considered his real parents, know0 \9 N+ Q: Z& f7 T _+ j' }; o9 @
about his search for his birth mother. With a sensitivity that was unusual for him, and which
! T4 c! l9 i* |" B2 z' p2 ~$ cshowed the deep affection he felt for his parents, he worried that they might be offended.
0 O! v. _: D) YSo he never contacted Joanne Simpson until after Clara Jobs died in early 1986. “I never7 C5 j, w+ w' y1 r: n4 i
wanted them to feel like I didn’t consider them my parents, because they were totally my0 j2 C, ]" N1 H7 `+ r
parents,” he recalled. “I loved them so much that I never wanted them to know of my7 _5 I/ A3 F1 A5 q6 r/ ?! N
search, and I even had reporters keep it quiet when any of them found out.” When Clara' X+ Q& O$ y% W( x8 Y
died, he decided to tell Paul Jobs, who was perfectly comfortable and said he didn’t mind at5 |' n" N/ i( j4 Z
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So one day Jobs called Joanne Simpson, said who he was, and arranged to come down to
W3 ]2 \/ D; r$ `, L$ wLos Angeles to meet her. He later claimed it was mainly out of curiosity. “I believe in
- B" P( h$ n* g" Y/ l/ ^5 u \environment more than heredity in determining your traits, but still you have to wonder a- ~( `5 y$ |7 |/ R6 q; n
little about your biological roots,” he said. He also wanted to reassure Joanne that what she' h6 {0 n5 H: B7 |/ D
had done was all right. “I wanted to meet my biological mother mostly to see if she was% }& K. v3 G W1 b0 T6 t6 V5 c8 r
okay and to thank her, because I’m glad I didn’t end up as an abortion. She was twenty-
6 [! U" X) c$ o& `9 ?three and she went through a lot to have me.” ' b. P- g; X: F, ?+ ^
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Joanne was overcome with emotion when Jobs arrived at her Los Angeles house. She
' O3 h. v" m7 y1 r, L$ h9 f: k; }knew he was famous and rich, but she wasn’t exactly sure why. She immediately began to4 V6 d8 [7 T! f( v, P
pour out her emotions. She had been pressured to sign the papers putting him up for
7 V ?$ {/ G/ H; r2 h! x \: ~0 yadoption, she said, and did so only when told that he was happy in the house of his new
0 K' l" m4 O# y4 u- o' U' U- ~. S oparents. She had always missed him and suffered about what she had done. She apologized9 H4 o0 Y" l! ~3 K
over and over, even as Jobs kept reassuring her that he understood, and that things had+ ~- k9 r! g$ _, x: w- X) S! B
turned out just fine.
% E3 e- k' \$ P8 M" M# R" ~Once she calmed down, she told Jobs that he had a full sister, Mona Simpson, who was' L6 F# G& |* ]; I
then an aspiring novelist in Manhattan. She had never told Mona that she had a brother, and
4 S% ^' M$ x4 x- ~. c7 `that day she broke the news, or at least part of it, by telephone. “You have a brother, and
' w* o- `0 \! p8 Q8 khe’s wonderful, and he’s famous, and I’m going to bring him to New York so you can meet
: ^6 b3 ~. {, y2 ^, m$ ^him,” she said. Mona was in the throes of finishing a novel about her mother and their
: G' }* n) b9 }5 |; m7 lperegrination from Wisconsin to Los Angeles, Anywhere but Here. Those who’ve read it a* e3 }8 ?$ z4 i+ R% K [
will not be surprised that Joanne was somewhat quirky in the way she imparted to Mona z$ a! P' ^- {/ [, a
the news about her brother. She refused to say who he was—only that he had been poor,
# M7 u( W5 Q6 c( u' y' N: shad gotten rich, was good-looking and famous, had long dark hair, and lived in California.
: X8 Q0 d6 Q, K8 ? LMona then worked at the Paris Review, George Plimpton’s literary journal housed on the
8 s5 Y/ @, p* M& Y6 u5 mground floor of his townhouse near Manhattan’s East River. She and her coworkers began a: N7 Z* K: C" w
guessing game on who her brother might be. John Travolta? That was one of the favorite8 X9 k$ T8 Z3 x% X+ j Q( s+ R
guesses. Other actors were also hot prospects. At one point someone did toss out a guess
" v- N. N. }& u2 O/ Nthat “maybe it’s one of those guys who started Apple computer,” but no one could recall' t3 Y7 q) W) s" U* \2 g& E
their names.
& Z k* D" u% c9 b( _0 |1 \The meeting occurred in the lobby of the St. Regis Hotel. “He was totally) \4 K, e8 Q- e! U% X7 q) N
straightforward and lovely, just a normal and sweet guy,” Mona recalled. They all sat and
( e8 j2 ]* m( Y1 Z. `talked for a few minutes, then he took his sister for a long walk, just the two of them. Jobs0 X! q5 v5 s; n7 m$ o
was thrilled to find that he had a sibling who was so similar to him. They were both intense
9 g6 m( l8 ?/ {in their artistry, observant of their surroundings, and sensitive yet strong-willed. When they
! e9 x- [8 ^, g; _! n3 Cwent to dinner together, they noticed the same architectural details and talked about them. O5 l, b* s6 J, G$ B6 ]& i
excitedly afterward. “My sister’s a writer!” he exulted to colleagues at Apple when he! y; d) v* a8 T v
found out.
8 r; a: f5 y3 f3 u k: |9 JWhen Plimpton threw a party for Anywhere but Here in late 1986, Jobs flew to New7 A. t3 u1 C2 a+ v; W
York to accompany Mona to it. They grew increasingly close, though their friendship had' D4 G- [. B+ o7 q
the complexities that might be expected, considering who they were and how they had
1 y% U7 b, d9 F& B0 H' Ncome together. “Mona was not completely thrilled at first to have me in her life and have2 J6 n5 {# }' }8 x0 f
her mother so emotionally affectionate toward me,” he later said. “As we got to know each3 j" p _2 J$ s+ i: ~
other, we became really good friends, and she is my family. I don’t know what I’d do+ b) |; k: E1 I4 E, j' H
without her. I can’t imagine a better sister. My adopted sister, Patty, and I were never
L: m5 k$ ^8 Y1 \( }close.” Mona likewise developed a deep affection for him, and at times could be very6 d* ]( B+ |& P; H* ^
protective, although she would later write an edgy novel about him, A Regular Guy, that
/ V; E! `* K+ i* ~0 w( }* ^described his quirks with discomforting accuracy.
" W- g; x% Y* F$ I/ q4 q. _* TOne of the few things they would argue about was her clothes. She dressed like a
# V# y' N1 L+ ?& L9 o- Zstruggling novelist, and he would berate her for not wearing clothes that were “fetching
2 \4 B) }2 J& {enough.” At one point his comments so annoyed her that she wrote him a letter: “I am a ) Z$ p- ]: v6 R
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$ _; W; B4 x# s* {& q @answer. But shortly after, a box arrived from the store of Issey Miyake, the Japanese8 i8 h/ p( H7 b7 ?: E
fashion designer whose stark and technology-influenced style made him one of Jobs’s% M! G2 G4 O% O0 [
favorites. “He’d gone shopping for me,” she later said, “and he’d picked out great things,- E- X+ F0 y0 z. J
exactly my size, in flattering colors.” There was one pantsuit that he had particularly liked,
( f! L- s& B% [/ A0 zand the shipment included three of them, all identical. “I still remember those first suits I- Q* G3 ~) l4 d5 i- E; [- n4 H& [
sent Mona,” he said. “They were linen pants and tops in a pale grayish green that looked7 E6 c9 Q. u+ h& n
beautiful with her reddish hair.”
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T; ~( s& q# vIn the meantime, Mona Simpson had been trying to track down their father, who had
# e" W) W1 b4 |& Uwandered off when she was five. Through Ken Auletta and Nick Pileggi, prominent: T% p! J5 P" U# U7 A
Manhattan writers, she was introduced to a retired New York cop who had formed his own
, V0 E* Y, j# s% U" cdetective agency. “I paid him what little money I had,” Simpson recalled, but the search
7 y' N9 |' C7 ~5 ]was unsuccessful. Then she met another private eye in California, who was able to find an
5 Q% f7 r- u! ]. Haddress for Abdulfattah Jandali in Sacramento through a Department of Motor Vehicles
& m( S7 ^+ K8 G6 isearch. Simpson told her brother and flew out from New York to see the man who was
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Jobs had no interest in meeting him. “He didn’t treat me well,” he later explained. “I, q" C8 e4 E. ~) ?& ^8 k* K
don’t hold anything against him—I’m happy to be alive. But what bothers me most is that0 o6 M1 a4 E$ f! P
he didn’t treat Mona well. He abandoned her.” Jobs himself had abandoned his own: u0 y$ E$ O! _0 A' \
illegitimate daughter, Lisa, and now was trying to restore their relationship, but that
( w. Q; @: B7 M. h ]complexity did not soften his feelings toward Jandali. Simpson went to Sacramento alone.
- [+ _, {: @7 o2 \7 u$ W' G/ ^6 J“It was very intense,” Simpson recalled. She found her father working in a small: P$ O! t; w7 `; q4 O" h0 T
restaurant. He seemed happy to see her, yet oddly passive about the entire situation. They# @: q8 I) |3 L$ ~0 @6 y
talked for a few hours, and he recounted that, after he left Wisconsin, he had drifted away. X- ^( g9 f: b5 ?/ \2 E
from teaching and gotten into the restaurant business.
; _, @# { r' d+ {0 |( tJobs had asked Simpson not to mention him, so she didn’t. But at one point her father
- J* Q. T3 K' ?$ k( D' z4 |+ {casually remarked that he and her mother had had another baby, a boy, before she had been
( u9 b/ H" H K/ ~- C8 ?born. “What happened to him?” she asked. He replied, “We’ll never see that baby again.
& E9 }$ I }4 ]# S% [; m. @6 H7 iThat baby’s gone.” Simpson recoiled but said nothing.3 C0 u9 s% [( y7 |1 J
An even more astonishing revelation occurred when Jandali was describing the previous
( e" r7 Y+ ]8 h. y1 grestaurants that he had run. There had been some nice ones, he insisted, fancier than the9 ^5 p- m& K0 r1 [0 k. }& v
Sacramento joint they were then sitting in. He told her, somewhat emotionally, that he
; N; A. c3 O. p) r6 T/ J1 f7 [wished she could have seen him when he was managing a Mediterranean restaurant north. _0 B5 Q! p0 h+ ~
of San Jose. “That was a wonderful place,” he said. “All of the successful technology
( V }3 x& T; `1 f. Z8 w1 }people used to come there. Even Steve Jobs.” Simpson was stunned. “Oh, yeah, he used to
/ U1 a+ V3 ], z! c( r( ccome in, and he was a sweet guy, and a big tipper,” her father added. Mona was able to% D. f! j4 k0 V" `% o2 X9 ?
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When the visit was over, she called Jobs surreptitiously from the pay phone at the
3 t' i4 u3 y- z% }& h; Krestaurant and arranged to meet him at the Espresso Roma café in Berkeley. Adding to the* G4 z, V7 G+ h5 u8 P/ o# y, K$ `
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mother, Chrisann. When they all arrived at the café, it was close to 10 p.m., and Simpson5 C u9 x2 t- b( P+ E) O
poured forth the tale. Jobs was understandably astonished when she mentioned the: X; T; @' f% z
restaurant near San Jose. He could recall being there and even meeting the man who was
2 \% N* |- i- [1 J! lhis biological father. “It was amazing,” he later said of the revelation. “I had been to that3 C5 ?6 k6 X; l/ }* I+ C0 I. l
restaurant a few times, and I remember meeting the owner. He was Syrian. Balding. We
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Nevertheless Jobs still had no desire to see him. “I was a wealthy man by then, and I! N' E. E7 o. j3 N' N% w
didn’t trust him not to try to blackmail me or go to the press about it,” he recalled. “I asked2 d7 }7 w# N' T5 \( }
Mona not to tell him about me.”$ n* _ P, H8 q# z7 l$ V
She never did, but years later Jandali saw his relationship to Jobs mentioned online. (A
/ T" n- r9 o9 ?$ H3 N# Z2 o7 `% c3 Lblogger noticed that Simpson had listed Jandali as her father in a reference book and
4 Z) h, O/ V, N6 k efigured out he must be Jobs’s father as well.) By then Jandali was married for a fourth time- o6 L) U) _- x
and working as a food and beverage manager at the Boomtown Resort and Casino just west4 y6 d! T* D( M5 x+ g$ S& p
of Reno, Nevada. When he brought his new wife, Roscille, to visit Simpson in 2006, he
' e* b9 E4 T5 Y& Y+ P% `raised the topic. “What is this thing about Steve Jobs?” he asked. She confirmed the story,
! x8 a6 A8 R' ]" g# S {but added that she thought Jobs had no interest in meeting him. Jandali seemed to accept. f( O, B% _% U1 a
that. “My father is thoughtful and a beautiful storyteller, but he is very, very passive,”
: ?+ F7 b5 _4 W1 s3 k, VSimpson said. “He never contacted Steve.”
" Z/ X7 L9 h. |Simpson turned her search for Jandali into a basis for her second novel, The Lost Father,1 K1 _8 i# q, B7 k
published in 1992. (Jobs convinced Paul Rand, the designer who did the NeXT logo, to8 u2 a7 S( c9 ?+ m% I
design the cover, but according to Simpson, “It was God-awful and we never used it.”) She2 b' T/ b N% _
also tracked down various members of the Jandali family, in Homs and in America, and in
( ~' K6 b j. w2011 was writing a novel about her Syrian roots. The Syrian ambassador in Washington# q2 G6 f" o% K# w
threw a dinner for her that included a cousin and his wife who then lived in Florida and had$ U; k! P0 Q5 s; H* _7 j- O3 z
flown up for the occasion.
, X* p4 k3 S4 B {" u' lSimpson assumed that Jobs would eventually meet Jandali, but as time went on he
: `" m9 p. n0 S, R& I' Sshowed even less interest. In 2010, when Jobs and his son, Reed, went to a birthday dinner
3 r7 x( M0 f f8 Y" [: R, Wfor Simpson at her Los Angeles house, Reed spent some time looking at pictures of his' g1 U w$ K6 ?3 F, W
biological grandfather, but Jobs ignored them. Nor did he seem to care about his Syrian* i3 K |7 \8 H @3 n1 M) `
heritage. When the Middle East would come up in conversation, the topic did not engage5 |% M9 w+ `% ~
him or evoke his typical strong opinions, even after Syria was swept up in the 2011 Arab
) ~; M, f, m! d4 J. sSpring uprisings. “I don’t think anybody really knows what we should be doing over% L- Q7 G( \1 r/ ?9 D
there,” he said when I asked whether the Obama administration should be intervening more
, O9 P2 L2 G1 f3 c' b, p' c9 L5 Q% Sin Egypt, Libya, and Syria. “You’re fucked if you do and you’re fucked if you don’t.”
9 d/ J. x7 ], B7 y/ WJobs did retain a friendly relationship with his biological mother, Joanne Simpson. Over
& `6 e ?3 d0 y* p T6 Y) v: wthe years she and Mona would often spend Christmas at Jobs’s house. The visits could be3 y- Q6 _! c! Y0 v7 [; c3 {8 P' _
sweet, but also emotionally draining. Joanne would sometimes break into tears, say how& S5 n t( s( E
much she had loved him, and apologize for giving him up. It turned out all right, Jobs
; N" G/ u3 g$ @. P; s0 r9 B1 c" Awould reassure her. As he told her one Christmas, “Don’t worry. I had a great childhood. I
/ k1 w e4 u/ S; ]turned out okay.”
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( K7 W; i* z: d4 b! ALisa Brennan, however, did not have a great childhood. When she was young, her father l1 b0 a: r7 _& b% K
almost never came to see her. “I didn’t want to be a father, so I wasn’t,” Jobs later said,( t3 G T! C3 [3 j
with only a touch of remorse in his voice. Yet occasionally he felt the tug. One day, when7 v2 R9 s7 Z" `
Lisa was three, Jobs was driving near the house he had bought for her and Chrisann, and he
0 g- [* W1 s$ [% y8 @decided to stop. Lisa didn’t know who he was. He sat on the doorstep, not venturing inside,7 }1 Q& P$ ]# C
and talked to Chrisann. The scene was repeated once or twice a year. Jobs would come by
$ L) R! ~6 Q9 |# N) b& cunannounced, talk a little bit about Lisa’s school options or other issues, then drive off in( d, v Y" x. N7 m6 s
his Mercedes.
) C3 B( V6 O) e. @' kBut by the time Lisa turned eight, in 1986, the visits were occurring more frequently.
& B8 z3 s! W- q5 X7 Z$ G% RJobs was no longer immersed in the grueling push to create the Macintosh or in the) h; N; U1 e6 g( @ v3 }9 C5 k# g
subsequent power struggles with Sculley. He was at NeXT, which was calmer, friendlier,
0 g% E. W2 J( E+ T! j& S+ fand headquartered in Palo Alto, near where Chrisann and Lisa lived. In addition, by the
E i% q9 f3 @$ J0 e Y2 D; X; ptime she was in third grade, it was clear that Lisa was a smart and artistic kid, who had; Z; n' U' |: {8 t
already been singled out by her teachers for her writing ability. She was spunky and high-; t0 d' J6 |9 E4 X2 N# V
spirited and had a little of her father’s defiant attitude. She also looked a bit like him, with1 W1 f$ [. ~! G6 w4 ~* C& U
arched eyebrows and a faintly Middle Eastern angularity. One day, to the surprise of his# N" \4 x7 H& z' e
colleagues, he brought her by the office. As she turned cartwheels in the corridor, she
+ d, ]# J6 L% usquealed, “Look at me!”' v- j6 }( r* n3 Y4 U
Avie Tevanian, a lanky and gregarious engineer at NeXT who had become Jobs’s friend,
2 @5 [" g3 `7 H2 Qremembers that every now and then, when they were going out to dinner, they would stop5 [" A, X8 d/ }3 O$ o
by Chrisann’s house to pick up Lisa. “He was very sweet to her,” Tevanian recalled. “He
# O2 k) a2 _( ~; c1 T1 \/ r, B. @was a vegetarian, and so was Chrisann, but she wasn’t. He was fine with that. He suggested7 X# L6 J1 r- w8 ]1 x8 i% S6 Y
she order chicken, and she did.”
* J" ^$ _* S9 T: S" eEating chicken became her little indulgence as she shuttled between two parents who
- q# x2 A0 h$ w' owere vegetarians with a spiritual regard for natural foods. “We bought our groceries—our
% L4 o) P2 W3 o3 {7 O( ]puntarella, quinoa, celeriac, carob-covered nuts—in yeasty-smelling stores where the
) m- |6 t( U( D( nwomen didn’t dye their hair,” she later wrote about her time with her mother. “But we+ r6 L, m9 N1 ~( D5 B. ~ |" L
sometimes tasted foreign treats. A few times we bought a hot, seasoned chicken from a, Q r! W, @: ]
gourmet shop with rows and rows of chickens turning on spits, and ate it in the car from the
7 X; p! J/ N5 V$ L$ M* ^4 Tfoil-lined paper bag with our fingers.” Her father, whose dietary fixations came in fanatic
, s: @+ G& z, {9 K f7 r8 z) [waves, was more fastidious about what he ate. She watched him spit out a mouthful of soup, O; t# z8 I- ~! u
one day after learning that it contained butter. After loosening up a bit while at Apple, he3 ]/ I$ v" m% C! h3 D* p
was back to being a strict vegan. Even at a young age Lisa began to realize his diet" j# r2 _2 K' v% H- [
obsessions reflected a life philosophy, one in which asceticism and minimalism could( c% Q. ?1 A0 d. N
heighten subsequent sensations. “He believed that great harvests came from arid sources, ?% Z9 k& a' R# |; _
pleasure from restraint,” she noted. “He knew the equations that most people didn’t know:. P& C H. e/ S6 ]
Things led to their opposites.”7 J$ S0 l3 R1 c
In a similar way, the absence and coldness of her father made his occasional moments of
$ R! v5 D v, J3 c2 ^warmth so much more intensely gratifying. “I didn’t live with him, but he would stop by, W/ \% o% h% J s, U
our house some days, a deity among us for a few tingling moments or hours,” she recalled.
. C; p& S9 H" i, l# M! pLisa soon became interesting enough that he would take walks with her. He would also go( ~8 v7 E8 f( @% l: p
rollerblading with her on the quiet streets of old Palo Alto, often stopping at the houses of' L2 B" q( R$ C7 K! A
Joanna Hoffman and Andy Hertzfeld. The first time he brought her around to see Hoffman, 7 U S. r6 r, W$ O: H
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he just knocked on the door and announced, “This is Lisa.” Hoffman knew right away. “It& f; x1 d7 p7 C! g1 f) t5 L$ g
was obvious she was his daughter,” she told me. “Nobody has that jaw. It’s a signature
. u }+ V$ K7 K9 r. g+ b: Tjaw.” Hoffman, who suffered from not knowing her own divorced father until she was ten,% _6 a4 r' F- K% `, H
encouraged Jobs to be a better father. He followed her advice, and later thanked her for it.. H7 g# Q: \; L# ^, x
Once he took Lisa on a business trip to Tokyo, and they stayed at the sleek and5 i( { F$ D) l0 k
businesslike Okura Hotel. At the elegant downstairs sushi bar, Jobs ordered large trays of) G& F6 I( h7 r8 T O; h. P8 q
unagi sushi, a dish he loved so much that he allowed the warm cooked eel to pass muster as
6 O& y( T1 u# m3 y* p; B3 @vegetarian. The pieces were coated with fine salt or a thin sweet sauce, and Lisa
4 d+ S; e$ K8 C! w4 i2 Y' n" xremembered later how they dissolved in her mouth. So, too, did the distance between them.3 W& x/ H1 T; B" n
As she later wrote, “It was the first time I’d felt, with him, so relaxed and content, over
+ z+ K) K2 {( C+ h$ o, n$ b& o% C: hthose trays of meat; the excess, the permission and warmth after the cold salads, meant a
. \! f% ^, E0 s2 c$ I% v- Gonce inaccessible space had opened. He was less rigid with himself, even human under the
4 i) A+ Z3 g5 H7 o: p- D1 Fgreat ceilings with the little chairs, with the meat, and me.”1 ^+ R7 j( y0 h% Z! E& q9 p# J
But it was not always sweetness and light. Jobs was as mercurial with Lisa as he was
: |: m2 u% N7 B% r! x4 ewith almost everyone, cycling between embrace and abandonment. On one visit he would
3 ?2 ]+ m! k- ebe playful; on the next he would be cold; often he was not there at all. “She was always
0 U) S- x# R0 M+ ?" |unsure of their relationship,” according to Hertzfeld. “I went to a birthday party of hers,7 L1 ]! k/ W8 ]* N, F
and Steve was supposed to come, and he was very, very, late. She got extremely anxious
4 N7 [6 e5 N% b1 h. E' rand disappointed. But when he finally did come, she totally lit up.”
( `9 V2 D1 u6 A- d" P4 m# eLisa learned to be temperamental in return. Over the years their relationship would be a
4 N0 Z- @8 J( Sroller coaster, with each of the low points elongated by their shared stubbornness. After a
: b0 {* i" K( F( c# e: k0 D- a5 V6 _falling-out, they could go for months not speaking to each other. Neither one was good at* i% m$ M7 @* ^; |! V& ]; p h3 C7 h
reaching out, apologizing, or making the effort to heal, even when he was wrestling with, Y4 N/ P* V: y1 }( }
repeated health problems. One day in the fall of 2010 he was wistfully going through a box
+ O" i0 I8 V h/ h: Wof old snapshots with me, and paused over one that showed him visiting Lisa when she was
W2 W3 ^( p1 tyoung. “I probably didn’t go over there enough,” he said. Since he had not spoken to her all
( ]3 @) A( o# l' z) Jthat year, I asked if he might want to reach out to her with a call or email. He looked at me. v. L: G8 b& c9 I. W. r
blankly for a moment, then went back to riffling through other old photographs.1 s! B6 s2 c; o+ D( t
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When it came to women, Jobs could be deeply romantic. He tended to fall in love* h1 P- p0 g2 T) Z
dramatically, share with friends every up and down of a relationship, and pine in public, B$ Y4 g" E, H4 Z5 P- r+ f1 z9 I
whenever he was away from his current girlfriend. In the summer of 1983 he went to a
4 F. V1 s1 m9 {7 g4 Wsmall dinner party in Silicon Valley with Joan Baez and sat next to an undergraduate at the/ i4 `+ |# T. K6 q2 f+ _8 Y
University of Pennsylvania named Jennifer Egan, who was not quite sure who he was. By, [: ]! U8 N8 S4 k m) o
then he and Baez had realized that they weren’t destined to be forever young together, and# `) i2 ]; l, Q
Jobs found himself fascinated by Egan, who was working on a San Francisco weekly; b+ k* t# O! ^& d8 r
during her summer vacation. He tracked her down, gave her a call, and took her to Café' U" l- m9 x, Q2 n3 B: E9 r
Jacqueline, a little bistro near Telegraph Hill that specialized in vegetarian soufflés.
% A3 [/ ~8 F- V2 Q3 k# L$ kThey dated for a year, and Jobs often flew east to visit her. At a Boston Macworld event,
" t% p3 m4 P6 o8 [4 p4 z) ^2 u& Ehe told a large gathering how much in love he was and thus needed to rush out to catch a
) f' L2 U1 t7 \. B" g3 G$ Cplane for Philadelphia to see his girlfriend. The audience was enchanted. When he was
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visiting New York, she would take the train up to stay with him at the Carlyle or at Jay$ [- x' U( N3 ~: F" _/ E8 B
Chiat’s Upper East Side apartment, and they would eat at Café Luxembourg, visit5 k* s1 J6 Z3 V8 y9 \
(repeatedly) the apartment in the San Remo he was planning to remodel, and go to movies
0 I: S" R: H# |or (once at least) the opera.
% M$ @8 [0 l+ @( d6 s$ M( ^He and Egan also spoke for hours on the phone many nights. One topic they wrestled: s: v$ S" Z$ ]9 C, Z
with was his belief, which came from his Buddhist studies, that it was important to avoid
: B4 b2 j1 h( d6 ?6 E y" }% Cattachment to material objects. Our consumer desires are unhealthy, he told her, and to
4 A; U0 B& b% p) Q$ u1 r: Zattain enlightenment you need to develop a life of nonattachment and non-materialism. He5 T H$ q, [& m) z
even sent her a tape of Kobun Chino, his Zen teacher, lecturing about the problems caused
9 r9 n ]! i) C' T% Rby craving and obtaining things. Egan pushed back. Wasn’t he defying that philosophy, she
% l9 \6 A% V8 D* g: d/ T7 easked, by making computers and other products that people coveted? “He was irritated by
s3 y$ w; z" x0 K! vthe dichotomy, and we had exuberant debates about it,” Egan recalled.
8 M( K; }9 V8 Y9 fIn the end Jobs’s pride in the objects he made overcame his sensibility that people should
' N9 c7 v" a, O% geschew being attached to such possessions. When the Macintosh came out in January 1984,
# S# E. `( t7 y4 T$ WEgan was staying at her mother’s apartment in San Francisco during her winter break from6 G: {! K j) c# T) ]
Penn. Her mother’s dinner guests were astonished one night when Steve Jobs—suddenly
6 m9 |. v# d6 fvery famous—appeared at the door carrying a freshly boxed Macintosh and proceeded to
4 c. d8 ` o/ B5 REgan’s bedroom to set it up.* r; [8 {1 \& m& J1 K4 @5 g
Jobs told Egan, as he had a few other friends, about his premonition that he would not: C. r/ b% o# \4 Z+ ?! k0 ]- j
live a long life. That was why he was driven and impatient, he confided. “He felt a sense of
+ |" D/ ^' T$ f+ W% F: @" kurgency about all he wanted to get done,” Egan later said. Their relationship tapered off by, Q# K$ c" G. ] u
the fall of 1984, when Egan made it clear that she was still far too young to think of getting
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Shortly after that, just as the turmoil with Sculley was beginning to build at Apple in early
* t6 [3 u9 o* j0 ?: C, B1985, Jobs was heading to a meeting when he stopped at the office of a guy who was
4 U5 @, t+ G9 P6 }3 A+ ^5 ^working with the Apple Foundation, which helped get computers to nonprofit
- R. X# Q: u% n5 lorganizations. Sitting in his office was a lithe, very blond woman who combined a hippie
4 l/ ` s; w% D6 E7 Faura of natural purity with the solid sensibilities of a computer consultant. Her name was. K3 O5 |- o& \* c" k
Tina Redse. “She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen,” Jobs recalled.
" w! u/ j$ [- F& y3 ?7 A& K. MHe called her the next day and asked her to dinner. She said no, that she was living with
, c! Y+ J8 y+ s7 s" sa boyfriend. A few days later he took her on a walk to a nearby park and again asked her4 ~) {, Y! p& e1 |$ a
out, and this time she told her boyfriend that she wanted to go. She was very honest and
. J0 P) p3 u% A/ p, [8 v: O6 Aopen. After dinner she started to cry because she knew her life was about to be disrupted.2 E( s# e# e! `- G2 n
And it was. Within a few months she had moved into the unfurnished mansion in
) ` d0 m! H TWoodside. “She was the first person I was truly in love with,” Jobs later said. “We had a
- f$ m$ C2 n2 lvery deep connection. I don’t know that anyone will ever understand me better than she: u9 J1 W2 L2 s# {) K/ P" l- M
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Redse came from a troubled family, and Jobs shared with her his own pain about being( R7 q( S* O- r
put up for adoption. “We were both wounded from our childhood,” Redse recalled. “He- d$ d7 q* [9 Q9 W
said to me that we were misfits, which is why we belonged together.” They were physically
) m- ~: J, e+ D1 v8 i& {/ o7 Npassionate and prone to public displays of affection; their make-out sessions in the NeXT
* x$ X Z6 m& }7 i7 S- clobby are well remembered by employees. So too were their fights, which occurred at : M% p6 z% d: S% n1 b
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movie theaters and in front of visitors to Woodside. Yet he constantly praised her purity and" F* W* N3 I2 E5 f
naturalness. As the well-grounded Joanna Hoffman pointed out when discussing Jobs’s
- S& i$ `4 p! n! O" c- Finfatuation with the otherworldly Redse, “Steve had a tendency to look at vulnerabilities5 ]; e k0 b9 ^6 a
and neuroses and turn them into spiritual attributes.”
5 u" D# v. h! C- x; eWhen he was being eased out at Apple in 1985, Redse traveled with him in Europe,5 `* s( L2 C* S3 [
where he was salving his wounds. Standing on a bridge over the Seine one evening, they
: E5 x. _9 O7 n, ]5 R3 vbandied about the idea, more romantic than serious, of just staying in France, maybe
; }# }0 a, E+ b1 e1 msettling down, perhaps indefinitely. Redse was eager, but Jobs didn’t want to. He was
; H. j5 P& v8 f0 tburned but still ambitious. “I am a reflection of what I do,” he told her. She recalled their# a, |# [; T- R
Paris moment in a poignant email she sent to him twenty-five years later, after they had$ K$ y5 U% q5 O" E, i
gone their separate ways but retained their spiritual connection:# z9 h @" ]/ f
We were on a bridge in Paris in the summer of 1985. It was overcast. We leaned against
0 O1 k- w. U8 r6 t1 M0 Ythe smooth stone rail and stared at the green water rolling on below. Your world had2 B* T- ?' @" y0 ]+ z8 E# o
cleaved and then it paused, waiting to rearrange itself around whatever you chose next. I
" I: u& H1 o5 y5 [9 w% `1 M/ s/ A& e% i6 Swanted to run away from what had come before. I tried to convince you to begin a new life& ~) W* G1 e M8 T: k9 i0 v1 h
with me in Paris, to shed our former selves and let something else course through us. I
. L4 i2 M( I* ], ~ F. [" w' E2 hwanted us to crawl through that black chasm of your broken world and emerge, anonymous2 h, a1 X6 u8 _+ _/ u, @5 I/ R. I/ f
and new, in simple lives where I could cook you simple dinners and we could be together
2 C) u4 J" z$ Q. ]# Y/ fevery day, like children playing a sweet game with no purpose save the game itself. I like to( f5 u7 k# ^# x3 |" H
think you considered it before you laughed and said “What could I do? I’ve made myself s* n" @( W4 z4 F: x1 Z, x
unemployable.” I like to think that in that moment’s hesitation before our bold futures5 F& |) f( g6 a# Z1 h# i c" ^
reclaimed us, we lived that simple life together all the way into our peaceful old ages, with# T; a6 m/ ]! q; i! o9 j* w0 m
a brood of grandchildren around us on a farm in the south of France, quietly going about
( x& F- y7 K) m" H# W8 r- Iour days, warm and complete like loaves of fresh bread, our small world filled with the
5 t v! y6 j& I/ s. P/ b: A* Maroma of patience and familiarity.
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: T( O2 T0 k" ~" U, `4 H3 j7 I+ iThe relationship lurched up and down for five years. Redse hated living in his sparsely) x/ [$ V$ N5 _, H0 w c' f( q
furnished Woodside house. Jobs had hired a hip young couple, who had once worked at S& w2 s! `$ b
Chez Panisse, as housekeepers and vegetarian cooks, and they made her feel like an
5 h% o+ h0 R8 I9 {interloper. She would occasionally move out to an apartment of her own in Palo Alto,& H+ N }! L4 `& S* ]0 j
especially after one of her torrential arguments with Jobs. “Neglect is a form of abuse,” she( P2 @/ h" l6 l/ N* l6 x2 Z5 H/ j
once scrawled on the wall of the hallway to their bedroom. She was entranced by him, but3 ^/ [1 C$ v' Z7 H% x& |* |7 m
she was also baffled by how uncaring he could be. She would later recall how incredibly
$ f( C; l; e# I8 n3 ^" s7 Bpainful it was to be in love with someone so self-centered. Caring deeply about someone
+ W& m8 [. b2 T9 i, lwho seemed incapable of caring was a particular kind of hell that she wouldn’t wish on
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They were different in so many ways. “On the spectrum of cruel to kind, they are close7 T% I R- E6 U& ?% z
to the opposite poles,” Hertzfeld later said. Redse’s kindness was manifest in ways large B5 @ |, ^& s$ ]4 J
and small; she always gave money to street people, she volunteered to help those who (like2 _4 S7 x2 @. `& b
her father) were afflicted with mental illness, and she took care to make Lisa and even
, N1 g! r! d! I& `2 J. EChrisann feel comfortable with her. More than anyone, she helped persuade Jobs to spend$ }" l6 r7 v1 i2 ~0 J! r# _
more time with Lisa. But she lacked Jobs’s ambition and drive. The ethereal quality that ; C: y0 |( ~. M# ?4 X) b
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wavelength. “Their relationship was incredibly tempestuous,” said Hertzfeld. “Because of
6 p6 M7 `- ?2 P7 Uboth of their characters, they would have lots and lots of fights.”
, w! X" a$ ~! w, \They also had a basic philosophical difference about whether aesthetic tastes were
" R/ k8 _( d& u9 y; q: ?fundamentally individual, as Redse believed, or universal and could be taught, as Jobs
0 d) ^7 l4 c) a4 B& }believed. She accused him of being too influenced by the Bauhaus movement. “Steve
) Z* R& j3 \! a$ p0 l, I& _6 }* Rbelieved it was our job to teach people aesthetics, to teach people what they should like,”
) l4 L) F. i' ~3 a/ \she recalled. “I don’t share that perspective. I believe when we listen deeply, both within
9 F$ Z9 o! M$ P+ tourselves and to each other, we are able to allow what’s innate and true to emerge.”
, G p5 r& h3 T0 `1 i9 j' F1 ?When they were together for a long stretch, things did not work out well. But when they( P. `8 @8 ~; Z
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him. She couldn’t do it. It would drive her crazy, she told friends. She had grown up in a
' h/ t |( @3 y8 }volatile household, and her relationship with Jobs bore too many similarities to that
: G; d( d: C! N6 Qenvironment. They were opposites who attracted, she said, but the combination was too
0 ?/ K, a5 }* k L1 Fcombustible. “I could not have been a good wife to ‘Steve Jobs,’ the icon,” she later; e9 V4 F6 Y5 ~
explained. “I would have sucked at it on many levels. In our personal interactions, I. c0 l/ j2 O/ J9 t1 w* }
couldn’t abide his unkindness. I didn’t want to hurt him, yet I didn’t want to stand by and$ Z) i: f& v( U2 v5 E/ K
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After they broke up, Redse helped found OpenMind, a mental health resource network in
P6 d: B( U' x, e+ c7 H- k5 t! OCalifornia. She happened to read in a psychiatric manual about Narcissistic Personality
7 X- I0 i$ e' [0 WDisorder and decided that Jobs perfectly met the criteria. “It fits so well and explained so2 s2 {4 z+ ~" j! A2 M
much of what we had struggled with, that I realized expecting him to be nicer or less self-
/ p% }# A" X& g" q3 tcentered was like expecting a blind man to see,” she said. “It also explained some of the
. w" |5 _4 [% T5 schoices he’d made about his daughter Lisa at that time. I think the issue is empathy—the
1 W3 n: m4 Z @capacity for empathy is lacking.”
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have the relationship we once hoped for,” she told me, “the care and love I felt for him
D8 [* B- e! Z; ~; v% P* N* P+ Bdecades ago has continued.” Similarly, Jobs suddenly started to cry one afternoon as he sat5 `7 q: R7 { b2 i( q
in his living room reminiscing about her. “She was one of the purest people I’ve ever. m) k2 n* e4 g& B6 w8 Z7 l5 x. J
known,” he said, tears rolling down his cheeks. “There was something spiritual about her
9 _: }3 V% R0 o% X# B$ s5 land spiritual about the connection we had.” He said he always regretted that they could not, j8 ?% x2 \/ a& `: M' p
make it work, and he knew that she had such regrets as well. But it was not meant to be. On
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& k; C4 E5 ^, Z- I: {- k2 _3 I8 @By this point, based on his dating history, a matchmaker could have put together a) J- K6 l! Q7 |2 g& B! `) R
composite sketch of the woman who would be right for Jobs. Smart, yet unpretentious.
v9 g" Y* ^, R% Y# U! V5 d5 [Tough enough to stand up to him, yet Zen-like enough to rise above turmoil. Well-educated
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but with a touch of the ethereal. Savvy enough to know how to manage him, but secure
; w. s4 f: x) q4 h* _5 s, ?+ Denough to not always need to. And it wouldn’t hurt to be a beautiful, lanky blonde with an5 A3 n( `; w. y; I+ j
easygoing sense of humor who liked organic vegetarian food. In October 1989, after his, a7 p- i( ]5 D7 h$ ]! ?, H
split with Tina Redse, just such a woman walked into his life.
/ j$ d' N! g U& Y! j! ~0 ~More specifically, just such a woman walked into his classroom. Jobs had agreed to give* I8 v( [# q# ~" ^, L8 t
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" b6 g" ? M; p) A, R k) l; ?so they sat in the aisle. When an usher told them they had to move, Powell took her friend5 m i$ }, b' M+ L8 ^
down to the front row and commandeered two of the reserved seats there. Jobs was led to+ y' E8 g" g0 O$ i$ `+ }
the one next to her when he arrived. “I looked to my right, and there was a beautiful girl
! H+ G/ |9 ], n* `- _& n/ B) hthere, so we started chatting while I was waiting to be introduced,” Jobs recalled. They3 h9 ?. A }/ @8 O# Q: L, b
bantered a bit, and Laurene joked that she was sitting there because she had won a raffle,: c0 M2 @5 F+ l+ w7 j5 }8 t3 W
and the prize was that he got to take her to dinner. “He was so adorable,” she later said.9 F$ \8 X! |7 k: n; }# P* B- u
After the speech Jobs hung around on the edge of the stage chatting with students. He
0 i4 q6 G, e- G$ @, G% [3 Qwatched Powell leave, then come back and stand at the edge of the crowd, then leave again.
9 ^9 Z; P O: L4 ZHe bolted out after her, brushing past the dean, who was trying to grab him for a
B. m8 u+ G |3 _ Y z# Aconversation. After catching up with her in the parking lot, he said, “Excuse me, wasn’t
" ?( F- D7 [6 Q! q% ]there something about a raffle you won, that I’m supposed to take you to dinner?” She* f8 O. A9 b! [/ { s
laughed. “How about Saturday?” he asked. She agreed and wrote down her number. Jobs, }5 G Y7 F4 n- n- l
headed to his car to drive up to the Thomas Fogarty winery in the Santa Cruz mountains' T7 [$ Q% u# M# l( u' z
above Woodside, where the NeXT education sales group was holding a dinner. But he- @3 ^0 N% ?% r$ V6 K; n+ i
suddenly stopped and turned around. “I thought, wow, I’d rather have dinner with her than7 M Y: b5 s% |$ \
the education group, so I ran back to her car and said ‘How about dinner tonight?’” She/ M! I- o( }: q) i, ^: g
said yes. It was a beautiful fall evening, and they walked into Palo Alto to a funky) r. D0 @; Q3 P g% U
vegetarian restaurant, St. Michael’s Alley, and ended up staying there for four hours.; k) m. W7 D/ r0 ?3 e
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Avie Tevanian was sitting at the winery restaurant waiting with the rest of the NeXT
* ~5 Y( G, I! y) U, T) Qeducation group. “Steve was sometimes unreliable, but when I talked to him I realized that
3 G$ `" ~$ A0 o& Z. B; b" Vsomething special had come up,” he said. As soon as Powell got home, after midnight, she; J4 k* w7 Y4 ]. w& q3 s# d; l/ _
called her close friend Kathryn (Kat) Smith, who was at Berkeley, and left a message on
( t5 Z# }5 b3 b* Rher machine. “You will not believe what just happened to me!” it said. “You will not
" A$ Z7 P, z) W7 a& g$ ~6 ^; }4 [believe who I met!” Smith called back the next morning and heard the tale. “We had known% G% c9 j7 B( U# k& |8 }3 I
about Steve, and he was a person of interest to us, because we were business students,” she
* A4 y7 [; Z" S8 X5 P) G5 g7 h- w6 Zrecalled.
; d! K/ P7 r/ w" h, |Andy Hertzfeld and a few others later speculated that Powell had been scheming to meet! e5 L( n8 i8 u3 d& ?$ ~
Jobs. “Laurene is nice, but she can be calculating, and I think she targeted him from the
2 j% {& f' ?) t! Z, P# ybeginning,” Hertzfeld said. “Her college roommate told me that Laurene had magazine
' M6 e( F* f/ @) ]( ocovers of Steve and vowed she was going to meet him. If it’s true that Steve was0 A. D4 h7 E/ Z
manipulated, there is a fair amount of irony there.” But Powell later insisted that this wasn’t
3 y" H1 g8 v, u3 z3 z! \the case. She went only because her friend wanted to go, and she was slightly confused as0 i/ O/ w0 p; {
to who they were going to see. “I knew that Steve Jobs was the speaker, but the face I l) L7 v9 E, B, ^6 W `
thought of was that of Bill Gates,” she recalled. “I had them mixed up. This was 1989. He
( M: I) K3 G+ }$ jwas working at NeXT, and he was not that big of a deal to me. I wasn’t that enthused, but
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“There were only two women in my life that I was truly in love with, Tina and Laurene,”; Y- u: Y5 P5 |, v& M* B
Jobs later said. “I thought I was in love with Joan Baez, but I really just liked her a lot. It
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early age. Her father was a Marine Corps pilot who died a hero in a crash in Santa Ana,
, { a6 ]$ A- g! m4 H5 D( a0 `California; he had been leading a crippled plane in for a landing, and when it hit his plane
7 Z; ~+ L: c2 o# b5 b( ~he kept flying to avoid a residential area rather than ejecting in time to save his life. Her
2 H$ u4 P5 C& X. a) x4 J8 s6 Z$ ymother’s second marriage turned out to be a horrible situation, but she felt she couldn’t
% S0 {9 j. S7 C1 u1 s0 A( f9 qleave because she had no means to support her large family. For ten years Laurene and her
9 @9 L: \& h; z% M5 O3 J, ]three brothers had to suffer in a tense household, keeping a good demeanor while& w+ s l$ N9 t s& z. R
compartmentalizing problems. She did well. “The lesson I learned was clear, that I always
! j( g. \0 a- F) e& D0 i8 L/ n) V! Mwanted to be self-sufficient,” she said. “I took pride in that. My relationship with money is. I/ ^) |9 U7 C
that it’s a tool to be self-sufficient, but it’s not something that is part of who I am.”
+ N8 E. Z$ o& @& Z- t m- qAfter graduating from the University of Pennsylvania, she worked at Goldman Sachs as. F& \1 G5 W( u$ a. d9 t& i
a fixed income trading strategist, dealing with enormous sums of money that she traded for! `( N u/ E; X$ s8 ?. N3 I
the house account. Jon Corzine, her boss, tried to get her to stay at Goldman, but instead7 q/ q0 M2 f( i4 }
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you’re just contributing to capital formation.” So after three years she quit and went to
: n" c4 g7 \, V, l/ ^( rFlorence, Italy, living there for eight months before enrolling in Stanford Business School.
% u6 w Q5 C) P6 j' DAfter their Thursday night dinner, she invited Jobs over to her Palo Alto apartment on9 [; p; |( A6 s/ E
Saturday. Kat Smith drove down from Berkeley and pretended to be her roommate so she
; u0 W' z0 t. B! R6 Ncould meet him as well. Their relationship became very passionate. “They would kiss and7 g8 e$ I3 N+ o% A$ S
make out,” Smith said. “He was enraptured with her. He would call me on the phone and: b9 ~$ H; g. r* y( d5 J/ B
ask, ‘What do you think, does she like me?’ Here I am in this bizarre position of having this
8 y: ]' v! i' J7 giconic person call me.”
+ e* M% s* ^4 jThat New Year’s Eve of 1989 the three went to Chez Panisse, the famed Alice Waters
5 M9 |5 \9 } e8 k" s8 H yrestaurant in Berkeley, along with Lisa, then eleven. Something happened at the dinner that
c# y/ H7 |- G- }1 z6 `3 N; ~* ccaused Jobs and Powell to start arguing. They left separately, and Powell ended up& j/ |. Z4 p! ]: |9 P) p
spending the night at Kat Smith’s apartment. At nine the next morning there was a knock at
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wildflowers he had picked. “May I come in and see Laurene?” he said. She was still asleep,
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nightgown and went to Peet’s Coffee to pick up some food. Jobs did not emerge until after
8 X- m% R1 ^) W5 y h9 snoon. “Kat, can you come here for a minute?” he asked. They all gathered in the bedroom.6 I- j$ v- v) [6 J
“As you know, Laurene’s father passed away, and Laurene’s mother isn’t here, and since
* O3 W6 W' [: v0 z U3 Lyou’re her best friend, I’m going to ask you the question,” he said. “I’d like to marry
* g& z- x; ~7 c" A h2 yLaurene. Will you give your blessing?”
6 v. X* Q, ^5 e; t0 Q& X5 JSmith clambered onto the bed and thought about it. “Is this okay with you?” she asked
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It was not, however, a definitive answer. Jobs had a way of focusing on something with3 c+ t# H0 s K2 m& D; ]) j2 D
insane intensity for a while and then, abruptly, turning away his gaze. At work, he would b# m- ~ Z7 T
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unresponsive, no matter how hard people tried to get him to engage. In his personal life, he3 F8 e. ?; Y. y, Z4 x1 p3 R2 }
was the same way. At times he and Powell would indulge in public displays of affection
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blasting the Fine Young Cannibals’ “She Drives Me Crazy” on his tape deck. Yet at other; ?! \6 c9 L# Z* r J* H6 Y
times he would ignore her. “Steve would fluctuate between intense focus, where she was
$ j3 ~/ S- x9 F3 R# |" s& a% \the center of the universe, to being coldly distant and focused on work,” said Smith. “He
0 R O1 e/ A: U- S- u: qhad the power to focus like a laser beam, and when it came across you, you basked in the
; A I! p) K4 {4 C" Dlight of his attention. When it moved to another point of focus, it was very, very dark for
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edge of a sandbox in Palo Alto. What was going on? Jobs replied that he needed to feel sure
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became fed up with waiting and moved out. The following month, he gave her a diamond0 W3 i+ P- K! d3 ^* C5 u9 a
engagement ring, and she moved back in.
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assistant to pick out a place for him to escape. At first glance, he didn’t like the cluster of
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family resort, with communal eating. But within hours he had begun to view it as paradise.1 X& _& m/ T2 N5 q9 \) ~
There was a simplicity and spare beauty that moved him, and he returned whenever he! `' A: M: B) w7 \+ ^0 H# T
could. He especially enjoyed being there that December with Powell. Their love had
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to marry her. Soon another factor would drive that decision. While in Hawaii, Powell got
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