Richard M. Krause: Avuncular Avatar Of

Richard M. Krause: Avuncular Avatar Of

RETROSPECTIVE Richard M. Krause: Avuncular avatar of microbial science RETROSPECTIVE David M. Morensa,1 Richard M. Krause (“rhymes with lousy” he always said, with a twinkle in his eye), was born in the normal way on January 4, 1925. This seems to have been his last conventional act. When he died two days after his 90th birthday, on January 6, 2015, Richard left in his wake a rollicking, gregarious, peripatetic, philan- thropic, fun-loving romp through nine nonstop de- cades. In the process, he managed to leave his stamp on 20th century biomedical science. Best known for his nine-year Directorship (1975– 1984) of the National Institutes of Health’s National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases (NIAID), Richard took the reins of the (now) nearly five billion- dollar-a-year Institute at a time when infectious dis- eases research was being dialed back under the belief that vaccines and antibiotics had all but conquered infectious diseases. Biomedical science, it was then said, should move on to other challenges. Richard knew better: he tightened NIAID’s programs, set it on a global course, steered it through the 1976 “swine flu affair” (1), and wrote a book that predicted shock- ing epidemics to come. Ironically, AIDS surfaced within months of publication of The Restless Tide (2): Richard was soon flying off to Haiti and Central Africa for a first-hand look at the new pandemic, pivoting NIAID to address every aspect of it. “Surround your- self with people smarter than you,” he often said. His own very smart scientific team focused on the dyna- mism of emerging diseases like AIDS, and created Christmas, 2008. Richard M. Krause stands at the Nash- ville, Tennessee, gravesite of his hero Oswald T. Avery (1877– momentum toward a seminal 1992 Institute of Medi- 1955), the Rockefeller scientist who developed bacterial cine report on infectious threats (3) that still (in 2016) disease immunotherapy and studied the mysterious phe- shapes the national research agenda. nomenon of pneumococcal transformation. The transforming factorturnedouttobeDNA.Richardusedtheaboveimagein After nine successful years as NIAID Director, Richard ’ Faust “ a talk, labeling the slide with a passage from Goethe s quietly stepped out of the limelight, opining simply, no (lines 682–683): “Was du ererbt von deinen Vätern hast, Directorshouldservemorethan10years.” Having ac- erwirb es, um es zu besitzen” (“What you have inherited from cepted position and power “matter-of-factly,” he now your fathers, must first be earned before it is yours”). Image gave it up without regret, stepping back into the role of courtesy of Klaus Eichmann. scientist and continuing to fully enjoy many things, large and small. Richard loved humanity and cared about Richard was a completely self-styled American orig- those less fortunate. He was almost as happy in backwa- inal, in the mold of British eccentrics. No description can ter villages of third-world countries as he was in five-star do justice to the celebratory carnival that was his life. hotels of the world’s great metropolises, the only things Always dressed to the nines, he exuded a dapper, missing in the backwaters being a good meal and a debonair, flower-in-the-buttonhole bonhomie straight proper drink. out of a Fred Astaire film. Thin and slight of frame, aOffice of the Director, National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, National Institutes of Health, Bethesda, MD 20892-2520 Author contributions: D.M.M. wrote the paper. The author declares no conflict of interest. 1Email: [email protected]. www.pnas.org/cgi/doi/10.1073/pnas.1525722113 PNAS | February 16, 2016 | vol. 113 | no. 7 | 1681–1683 Downloaded by guest on October 2, 2021 Richard moved with grace, even though daily workouts the certifiably dead and buried. This latter group in- continued well into his late 70s, and after two quadruple cluded luminaries from the arts, science, politics, and bypass surgeries, had pumped up his biceps and abs like adventure, such as Eugène Delacroix, Katsushika Charles Atlas. As a lavish annual donor to all of Wash- Hokusai, Otto von Bismarck, Teddy Roosevelt, and ington, DC’s major arts organizations, Richard got the Gertrude Stein, among hundreds of others. He knew best seats at the symphony, opera, and theater. He reg- everything worth knowing about them, wove them into ularly shared these with friends. His two seats at the Dis- discussions, and often referred to them in the present trict Shakespeare Company’s Landsburgh Theater were tense, as if they might walk through the door at any min- front row, dead center, knees inches from the stage. ute, pour a drink, and pick up the thread of a conver- “You don’t have a good seat,” he would say, “if the actors sation dropped decades—or centuries—earlier. “Now, aren’t spitting on you.” In Richard’s seats, they usually YOU KNOW what Miss Nightingale would think about did. Forewarned friends came to the theater with nap- that,” he might say, looking at you conspiratorially, as if kins, handkerchiefs, or small towels. you, he, and Florence were all best friends. A performer at heart, Richard needed his own Having come of age in the 1940s, Richard liked audiences to captivate. He would hold forth for hours what he saw of bygone days and did what he could to drawing upon a vast store of serious and whimsical preserve them. He refused to use email and avoided knowledge, with a fondness for the peccadillos of the any device more modern than a box telephone, which rich and famous, the more salacious the better. He could he used to call up friends regularly for a “chin wag.” of course tell you just about everything Sydney Smith He eventually got a cell phone but never mastered it. ever said to Lady Gray, or that Winston Churchill never If you didn’t limit your voice mail length, he would said to Lady Astor. Though soft-spoken, he was un- leave 10- or 15-minute soliloquies on any subject. stoppable when he got going in a bar or restaurant, When computer contact lists replaced Rolodexes, he wearingeveryonedownwithexhaustingsociability. found a few younger friends whose numbers he mem- Approachable, eminently likeable, extremely generous, orized, and rang them up repeatedly for help in look- avuncular, and happiest around young scientists, Richard ing up phone numbers. Until nearly the end of his life reminded the older crowd of the legendary William he asked office assistants to make coffee and take his Henry (“Popsy”) Welch (1850–1934). Despite a ribald shirts to the drycleaner, which they invariably did be- sense of humor and a willingness to tell stories about cause, as one professional woman who adored him, his own foibles, and to occasionally be the butt of a and who knew him to be kind and respectful to all, put good-natured joke, Richard was nevertheless at heart it: “Iwouldn’t do this for anyone else, but he’s dignified, serious, and reflective. On occasion he Dr. Krause, if I said anything he just wouldn’tunderstand.” would share philosophical and spiritual thoughts Unbeknownst to most colleagues, Richard led a expressing old-fashioned, Midwestern Bible-belt double life as a philanthropist to his alma mater, values, and an unshakeable will to absorb tragedies Marietta College, and served as life-long paterfamilias and to replenish optimism. to a large and adoring extended family of siblings, Richard traveled everywhere and had a friend or nephews, and nieces, and to their children and two in every port of call. Almost every trip was grandchildren, providing many with moral and some- enriched by dinners, museums trips, art-buying forays, times significant financial support. One day in the and rousing soirées. Checking into hotels he would early 1980s, Richard’s niece was startled by a phone gleefully repeat the “Krause, rhymes with lousy” man- call from someone claiming to be the White House tra. He tipped generously and insisted that the waiters operator. She hung up on what was surely a prank call, and bellhops treat him like a rich uncle. Afternoon but the caller persisted and she finally answered. meant an obligatory Stoli martini-on-the-rocks with a Richard, it turned out, was lunching with President Spanish olive and an extra glass of ice cubes, with Reagan and couldn’t remember the punch line to a which he absently played. Woe unto the waiter who joke he had been told by his six-year-old grand- brought it with an onion instead of an olive or, far nephew. The child got on the phone, retold the joke, worse, an olive stuffed with a pimento. The olive was and Richard continued his lunch with the President. sacrosanct, but he usually let it sit or gave it away. What the President thought about the joke is appar- Dinner meant linen, silverware, impeccable service, ently lost to history. meat-and-potato staples that mustn’t be undercooked Born in the historic river town of Marietta, Ohio, or contain any spice, and conversations on wide-rang- Richard was exposed to scholarly life from boyhood, ing subjects that included everything British, almost all as his father was a Marietta College chemistry pro- foreign cultures, politics, wars, exploration, sailing fessor. Graduating from that institution in 1947—his techniques, astronomy, and romantic interpretations studies having been interrupted by a two-year Army of all of the arts. To Richard, who knew just about stint guarding German prisoners of war at Fort Riley, everything that Captain James Cook and Joseph Kansas—Richard moved on to Case Western Reserve Banks had ever said or done, the Transit of Venus University Medical School. Before graduating in 1952, was almost an erotic romance.

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