|

Rewiring cells: Prof. Jay Keasling blends
biology with chemical engineering to create
synthetic organisms capable of altering
nature and fighting deadly diseases.
Photographs by Marcus Hanschen
FEATURE STORY
Stalking a killer
by Elizabeth Corcoran
Will Jay Keasling's team of synthetic biologists and Bill and Melinda Gates's foundation fin d a low-cost treatment for one of the world's deadliest diseases?
Jay Keasling carries a picture in his mind of a place he has never seen, of
children he has never met. But it is an image that radically changed how he
felt about his research in chemistry and has set Keasling, a Berkeley chemical
engineering professor, on a quest far grander than he ever imagined.
The picture in Keasling’s mind is of a medical clinic in Malawi, filled
with thin, feverish children lying in cribs. Some die, succumbing to a virulent
strain of cerebral malaria that leaves them deeply unconscious or convulsing
as if they were in a devastating car accident. But the lucky ones the ones
who reached the clinic in time receive a dose of an expensive drug called
artemisinin. A day or two later, these children are on their feet, playing in
their cribs.
“Playing!” Even now, almost two years after Keasling heard the searing
description, he shakes his head in wonder at the magic of a chemical compound
that pulls children back from the shadow of a horrible death. At the time, he
had not expected to be jolted. He had just finished giving a lecture about his
work, this one at Michigan State University. His slides described the science
and laid out the case for the research: artemisinin drugs were too expensive
for most people in developing countries. Afterward, Keasling visited with a
few researchers doing related work, including one who spent half her year teaching
at Michigan and the rest in Malawi, performing autopsies on child victims of
malaria. Her descriptions swept away the academic tidiness of Keasling’s
work. To her, artemisinin was almost a mirage: a compound derived from a plant
with tremendous healing power yet out of reach of those who needed it most.
As he listened to her, Keasling realized that his work wasn’t just about
science anymore. If all went right, he might make the price of a dose of artemisinin
plummet to the value of a U.S. postage stamp. He could save lives.
Keasling, 42, is a biological and chemical engineer. He has fused chemistry
and biology in a novel way to design microbes to churn out specific products.
He has helped catalyze a unique collaboration of academia, private industry,
and philanthropy to move his research from the laboratory into real products.
And he has found a passion that runs even deeper than the satisfaction that
he has drawn from pushing the boundaries of academic science. His research has
taken on the shape of those Malawi children rising, shaking off death, and playing—playing!—in
their cribs.
“This is what I’m doing,” he says, with an unblinking gaze.
“My plan is to make sure this gets out and to do it to the very end.”
Students who have worked with Jay Keasling at Berkeley marvel at his steady
temper, his optimism. Nothing seems to unnerve the matter-of-fact scientist
with the square jaw, compact build, and fondness for Italian-made shoes. When
complicated pieces of machinery are irrationally balky, or when experiments
that took days to set up yield nothing, Keasling shrugs and carries on.
“As bad as the day gets,” he confides, “it’s still better
than shoveling pig manure.” He means it. Keasling grew up on a farm in
Nebraska, the only son of a farmer who raised cattle, soybeans, and at least
200 pigs. Keasling doesn’t like to talk about pigs. “They’re
smart, but they’re mean,” he says curtly. If he never saw another
pig except as a side of bacon on his breakfast plate Keasling would be
a happy man.
But he learned a lot of lessons on the farm that have served him since the day
he dusted the dirt off his jeans and headed to the University of Nebraska to
study biology. The ethos of farming the ceaseless battle between farmer and
nature, each trying to bend the other to its will was deeply etched into
Keasling. Nature wasn’t something that you just admired; it was something
you worked with, battled, tended, nurtured in short, did whatever it took
to get the results you wanted. “Biology is pretty robust,” Keasling
says. “You don’t have to worry too much about tinkering with it.”
And farm work was continual, too, filling every moment of the day from dawn
until dusk, and afterward. Keasling took to heart the core lesson of farm life:
If you want to have a prayer of getting things done, you’d better get
up early in the morning.
| page 1 |
| |
6 |
 |
|
|