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Slightly Out of Tune

Slightly Out of Tune
Mrs. Miller performs on TV’s The Hollywood Palace.

Mrs. Miller performs on TV’s The Hollywood Palace.

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If you’ve never heard Mrs. Miller, or even if you haven’t heard her lately, go to YouTube, and then get back to us …

FEW POP SONGS are as delicate, lovely and sophisticated as Antônio Carlos Jobim’s bossa nova classic, “The Girl from Ipanema.” Most know it from the version recorded by Stan Getz and João Gilberto with vocals by Gilberto’s wife, Astrud. She is neither a trained nor technically proficient singer, which lends the song its magic. Her soft, shy sibilance fits the song’s irresistible sway, the perfect marriage of dreamy soundscape and insouciant delivery. “And when she passes, each one she passes goes, ‘Ah!’”

This, then, is the setup for one of the greatest jokes in pop music history. Mrs. Miller’s trip to “Ipanema” is a master class in her art. The track opens with 34 seconds of what may be the lushest, most sweeping treatment the song has ever known.

And then at 0:35—to adapt a phrase from today’s electronic dance music scene—Mrs. Miller delivers the drop. “AhhhOHH, but I watch her so saaAAad­-le-EE-ee….” If Astrud is the voice of the seductive Rio beauty, then Mrs. Miller is a rogue elephant stampeding down the beach, trumpeting away without a care in the world. It’s not that Mrs. Miller can’t sing; it’s how she can’t sing. She proclaims each syllable as grand opera—the kind that’s shouted above thunderous tympani—and her vibrato is seismic. Pitch is of no concern; that she often comes close, in fact, renders her delivery even more maddening. And she never met a downbeat she couldn’t miss.

If this sounds vicious, please know that a handful of music nuts—myself included—adore Mrs. Miller, and being objective isn’t easy, especially about an artist—an alumna of the College—whose notoriety came seemingly as the butt of an extremely cruel joke.

Because this issue of PCM is dedicated to humor, I felt I had to check to see if her music is still potent nearly 50 years on. Is the joke funny? Was it ever? An uninitiated friend was driving us to dinner. “Mind if I play something?” I asked, slipping in a CD. Thirty-four seconds of instrumental intro. My friend smiled and nodded. This is good! Then it happened. He started laughing so hard, he had to pull over. “Oh my god!” he said, gasping to contain himself. “What is she … ? MAKE IT STOP!”

Meet Mrs. Miller

Mrs. Miller’s Greatest HitsShe had a first name. It was Elva. The fact that she didn’t use it professionally is a clue for understanding the joke and determining if Elva Ruby Connes Miller ’39 was in on it or not. More clues in unraveling the mystery: She released three albums—Mrs. Miller’s Greatest Hits, Will Success Spoil Mrs. Miller?, and The Country Soul of Mrs. Miller, covering everyone from the Beatles to Buck Owens—in under two years (1966–67) on entertainment industry behemoth Capitol Records. A fourth album, Mrs. Miller Does Her Thing, was released in 1968 on a tiny label out of Hollywood. That Mrs. Miller disowned this effort is the strongest evidence we have that she wasn’t fully in on but later caught on to what was happening. We’ll get to all of that soon enough, but first we have to meet Mrs. Miller.

She was born and raised in mid-American cattle country, where she met and married John Richardson Miller, a man nearly 40 years her senior. They survived the Depression and retired to Claremont (as people do) in 1935. As a housewife with time on her hands, Elva studied music at Pomona, where, she told a Life magazine reporter, the students warmed up to a more mature classmate. “They liked the idea of an older woman there,” she said. “And within three weeks they were coming to my house, to copy my notes or listen to my records.”

And by records, she meant the ones she’d recorded. Mrs. Miller booked time at local studios (paid for by Mr. Miller) to indulge her love of singing. She told the Progress Bulletin, “[Making Greatest Hits] certainly wasn’t my idea. It was just a series of coincidences that could happen to anyone. Everyone has a hobby. Some people take pictures and file them in albums. Others paint pictures and store them in the garage. I’ve made records of sacred or classical songs for my own amusement. A closet at home is filled with them.”

Some of them found their way out of that closet: She would give records to churches and day care centers. Along the way she met three men who would steer her toward becoming a reluctant recording star. Gary Owens was a deejay at Los Angeles radio station KMPC who, following Mrs. Miller’s success, became a regular on ’60s TV comedy sketch show Laugh-In. He heard one of her records and sought her out to record comic jingles and station IDs. In his tongue-in-cheek Greatest Hits liner notes, Owens claimed to have discovered Mrs. Miller. That honor actually belonged to Fred Bock, a church musician whom Mr. and Mrs. Miller hired to accompany Elva on her hobby recordings. Bock, in turn, introduced the Millers to Lex de Azevedo, a novice record producer who had industry “connections” thanks to being the son of one of the King Sisters.

With that, the stage was set.

A Capitol Idea

The Country Soul of Mrs. MillerSo why would a leading record label—home to the Beatles and the Beach Boys, to Frank Sinatra’s imperial period and Peggy Lee’s renaissancewant to have anything to do with Mrs. Miller? Maybe because Jonathan and Darlene Edwards won a Grammy.

Cocktail club singer Darlene Edwards sang sharp—distressingly so—and her pianist husband Jonathan had the unique ability to play different keys and separate time signatures simultaneously. As illustrated by the cover to their debut album (on Columbia, Capitol’s main rival), he was born freakishly with two right hands.

It was a funny joke perpetrated by jazz vocal great Jo Stafford and her big band–leader husband Paul Weston. Stafford was known to have stunningly perfect pitch; so sure was her instrument that she could sustain the Herculean feat of intentionally singing above pitch. And he was so nimble on the 88s that he could accompany in fitting style by throwing in extra beats per measure and flying off into impossibly inept cadenzas. They used these dubious talents to personify two ditzy, dreadful lounge lizards—Jonathan and Darlene Edwards—to entertain their friends at parties. The gag was so popular among jazzbo hipsters that Stafford and Weston released The Piano Artistry of Jonathan Edwards just for kicks.

Imagine their surprise when its follow-up brought home the 1961 Grammy for Best Comedy Album and revved up the market for musical comedy albums in general. With the industry’s need to give the people more of the same, record company halls soon resounded with, “Get me the next Jonathan and Darlene Edwards!” At Capitol, Mrs. Miller’s do-it-yourself 45s ended up in some talent screener’s inbox; by that time Bock had convinced her to record a couple of the day’s pop hits. The pitch was made: Rather than find someone talented to play dumb like Stafford—someone who would expect to be paid—why not go with someone actually untalented?

Mrs. Miller was signed. De Azevedo was tapped to produce. Bock helped with the arrangements and recording. Owens came on board to add industry cred. And this juicy bonus: Rumors persisted, once the album was a hit, that Mr. Miller had footed the bill for the whole enterprise, as he had done for all of his wife’s hobbies. (Confronted with this by the Progress Bulletin’s Vonne Robertson, Mrs. Miller reportedly snapped, “He didn’t buy me a career!”)

There was a significant and telling departure from the Edwards formula—a ready-for-pasture lounge act massacring yesterday’s moldy oldies much to the delight of the hipper-than-thou cool school. (Stafford and Weston enjoyed a stupendously long career and would eventually have the Edwards record hits of the day as well, including the Bee Gees’ falsetto-driven disco smash “Stayin’ Alive” in a parody so wicked and on-the-nose that Barry Gibb allegedly was not amused.)

Capitol’s grand plan for Mrs. Miller drew inspiration from the nascent Silent Majority v. Hippie Freak culture wars. The joke was funny because she was someone on the wrong side of cultural history, proving how far behind Mom and Pop had been left by the rock ’n’ roll revolution. Not that she would be brought in on the joke; that might ruin its purity. They told her she would be presenting rock ’n’ roll as opera.

What follows is Mrs. Miller’s recounting of how Greatest Hits was made, assembled from several chronological news sources spanning a two-year period, a period where what had happened to her slowly dawned on Mrs. Miller: “[Recording] it was easy. We didn’t even have rehearsals. If there ever was a square, I’m it. I’d never attempted popular songs [before]. The studio men just popped the music in my hands—sorta sneaky like—and I started. I don’t sing off-key and I don’t sing off-rhythm. They got me to do so by waiting until I was tired and then making the record. Or they would cut the record before I could become familiar with the song. [I suspected something was up] when they printed [my worst performance of] ‘The Shadow of Your Smile.’ They told me it was an experiment. I am naïve, and I am somewhat lacking in musicianship, but I really [didn’t think it was] a gag. At first I didn’t understand what was going on. But later I did, and I resented it.

“I don’t like to be used.”

The Hits Just Keep on Coming

Capitol released Mrs. Miller’s cover of Petula Clark’s “Downtown” as a single along with the album. What happened next was well captured by Joe Cappo writing in the April 21 Chicago Daily News: “Wally Phillips, WGN’s zany morning disk jockey, premiered the LP on air last Friday. [He reports] the first batch of people who called said, ‘Get that nut off the air.’ Then after a few more plays, the listeners said, ‘We want more Mrs. Miller. She’s better than the rest of the junk you play.’ Phillips says he has received hundreds of telephone calls since the first playing and is scheduling at least one Mrs. Miller tune every day. Phillips said, ‘I play her records when I want to work off my hostilities against the world.’”

Greatest Hits sold out of its initial run of 50,000 in a matter of days. Another 150,000 were quickly pressed. They sold in a matter of weeks. Reports vary on how many finally were sold, ranging from 250,000 to 600,000.

Will Success Spoil Mrs. Miller?Mrs. Miller Mania had hit. This was her itinerary for 1966–68: She was whisked to New York to be on the Ed Sullivan Show. She would also be a guest of Merv Griffin, Mike Douglas and Art Linkletter. There was The Joey Bishop Show. There was an appearance on TV’s Hollywood Palace where she sat atop a piano to sing “Inka Dinka Doo” with Jimmy Durante. There was an appearance at Carnegie Hall with Red Skelton. Hollywood came calling. She played a version of herself in a low-budget film called The Cool Ones with Roddy McDowell.

A nightclub act was quickly pulled together with a backing band and chorus. (An ad in the trades may or may not have read, “Wanted: musicians who can keep a straight face.) Mrs. Miller’s first appearance was in Ontario at the Royal Tahitian. (A review had positive things to say … about the “good chicken stuffed with almonds and apples.”) Two more albums were made, each selling significantly fewer copies than the previous. A fourth appeared on a small independent label, Amaret Records. It disappeared without a trace, despite a promotional appearance with Johnny Carson on The Tonight Show.

And then it was over.

Reports also vary on profits. Capitol is said to have made millions off of the Mrs. Miller phenomenon. She is reported to have earned less than $40,000 from Greatest Hits and not more than $100,000 in total earnings from royalties, fees and personal appearances.

The May 13, 1966, issue of Time magazine mentioned in what amounted to a parenthetical aside that Mrs. Miller had put her earnings into a medical-care trust fund. Likely over the course of Mrs. Miller Mania and certainly by its end, Mr. Miller had needed round-the-clock nursing care. He died at age 96 in December 1968.

I Don’t Get It

Mrs. Miller Does Her ThingHow do you explain Mrs. Miller Mania? She was interviewed by The Collegian after her initial success and said, “I just don’t know what to think about it, because I have never done anything which has brought any attention of any kind whatsoever, and I just don’t know what to say. Now the boys in Vietnam, they want me to come, but I have to go back East first. I will go there because I think the service boys come first.” On further reflection, she told reporter Bob Thomas, “I don’t understand [my record sales], but teenagers seem to be buying them. As I see it, there are two kinds of teenagers. There are the sophisticated ones, who dress like Sonny and Cher. They don’t buy my album. Then there are the teenagers who dress neatly; they are the ones who do buy my records.”

This points to the 1960s culture wars, but in her admitted naïveté, Mrs. Miller overlooked something crucial. Like the boys in Vietnam or the hippies in their freaky frippery, her “character” embodies a sign of the times. As she warbles opera in her fusty frock and Sunday hat, she is the priggish society matron, the antithesis of all things with-it and groovy, practically begging for our smug derision. Think Margaret Drysdale on The Beverly Hillbillies, Mrs. Stephens on Bewitched, or, more benignly, even dear Aunt Bee and neighbor Clara on The Andy Griffith Show. Humor in those shows was often generated by letting the air out of such old gas bags. She’s singing rock ’n’ roll! But she can’t! It’s hilarious!

Recall as well that during Mrs. Miller Mania, America had its love affair with camp. We watched Batman on TV and listened to Tiny Tim (a hippie with talent who nevertheless warbled the hoariest of musical chestnuts while coyly strumming a ukulele). Even the Beatles got into the act with the likes of “When I’m 64” and “Yellow Submarine.” (Mrs. Miller took a ride on the latter.)

Capitol Records—home to polar opposites like “A Hard Day’s Night” and “Dear Heart,” both songs scaled by Mrs. Miller—had its fingers on that pulse. Ultimately, Mrs. Miller wised up as well. In a review of her February 1967 appearance at L.A.’s Cocoanut Grove nightclub, John L. Scott noted that Mrs. Miller was playing the show as pure comedy, noting that she delivered very deliberate one-liners with great comic timing. And she was very aware that she had the audience in stitches. She knows’cause when she passes, each one she passes goes, “Ha!”

But that didn’t mean she gave in or pretended to be anything she wasn’t. She went by “Mrs. Miller” for a reason, and it wasn’t because it had a marketing ring to it. It was polite that wives were properly identified in public as their husband’s property. Interviewed by Skip Heller in an article in Cool and Strange Music Magazine, Mrs. Fred Bock—to sustain a trope—recalled when, after a gig, she, her husband and Mrs. Miller met actress Natalie Schafer (Mrs. Thurston Howell III, the Gilligan’s Island version of the blue-blooded old biddy). The actress said to Mrs. Miller, “You can call me Natalie.” To which Mrs. Miller replied, “And you can call me Mrs. Miller.”

Desafinado

Antônio Carlos Jobim, who gave us “The Girl from Ipanema,” penned another classic, “Desafinado” (translation: slightly out of tune). Its English lyrics speak of love gone sour; the original Portuguese gets at something deeper, suggesting that only privileged ears can hear things perfectly, that bossa nova can’t help but be out of tune. It chides, “What you don’t know and cannot feel is that those out of tune also have a heart.”

Mrs. Miller wasn’t the first pop sensation to have been lauded for singing poorly. In her day she was compared to the Cherry Sisters, a 19th-century vaudeville act popular although—no, probably because—it was said “they couldn’t speak, sing or act. They were simply awful.” And then there was Florence Foster Jenkins, the grossly untalented opera singer who rented grand opera halls to torture her friends. (In a 2016 film, Jenkins was played by no less than Meryl Streep, who proclaims, “People may say I couldn’t sing, but no one can ever say I didn’t sing.”) Susan Alexander Kane’s atrocious public screeching is a central plot point of Citizen Kane. And try as you might, you cannot forget William Hung, can you?

Music is a particularly prickly muse. We are very quick to accept, even champion, foibles and faux pas in other art forms. We celebrate primitive painters. We keep Norman Mailer in the pantheon despite his having opened Harlot’s Ghost with an egregious dangling participle. And Nicolas Cage keeps getting acting gigs, for crying out loud. But stray one iota off key….

It’s often said visionaries are ahead of their time. In 2019 we have a word for the Mrs. Millers of the world—disrupters—and it’s the hot thing to be. So isn’t it odd that the chaotic disrupter of the music industry’s professional norms and expectations—the joyous elephant stampeding down that Ipanema beach—was none other than the persona of the stuffy establishment matron whose comeuppance we so deeply desired? And if you’re having trouble wrapping your head around that double irony, here’s the mindblower. When it comes to cooler-than-thou, competence isn’t spared, either.

Nearly concurrently, 30 miles to the southwest, another transplant from the East who blossomed in a college music department was about to become a thousand times more famous than Mrs. Miller and come crashing down a hundred times harder. Only she was the best voice of her generation. Karen Carpenter came out of Downey, Calif., and the music department of California State University, Long Beach, to sell more than 90 million records. Carpenters records dramatically changed popular music—yes, even rock ’n’ roll. The duo invented the guitar-driven power ballad, and their recording, performing and marketing techniques set standards throughout the industry. But they could not break the critical determination that they were unhip and square—okay, they were unhip and square—and that disservice lingers. Riots likely will break out should they ever be inducted into Cleveland’s Rock ’n’ Roll Hall of Fame.

Karen now is regarded as a preeminent interpretive pop singer, yet frustrations with the duo’s inability to shake their negative image, coupled with her own personal demons, led her to die of anorexia at age 32. Elva couldn’t sing a good note. Karen couldn’t sing a bad one. And both were out of tune with their times. Which just goes to show you that the arbiters of taste in their indifferent and often unfounded dismissals can be truly heartless monsters.

One for the Boys

Mrs. Miller and Jimmy Durante sing a duet on TV’s The Hollywood Palace.

Mrs. Miller and Jimmy Durante sing a duet on TV’s The Hollywood Palace.

Two postscripts. One bitten, twice shy? Hardly. It seems Mrs. Miller could not catch a break. After she was dropped by Capitol, news articles appeared noting that she was going to change her image. In April of 1968, she released Mrs. Miller Does Her Own Thing, working with noted L.A. producer Mike Curb. (He would go on to produce the Osmonds, date Karen Carpenter and serve as California’s lieutenant governor.) Scattered among the usual pop hits that anyone but her should be singing, were suggestive, trippy titles such as “The Roach,” “Mary Jane,” “Granny Bopper” and “Renaissance of Smut,” that would have been better if the pot and porno references had at least been dressed up with coy double entendre. The cover was psychedelic and garish. Mrs. Miller is winking knowingly and offering a salver of brownies presumably enhanced with what we now call “edibles.”

Her new image was a pusher? Yet again, she had been hornswoggled. She didn’t get the sex and drug references. The cover art had been manipulated. She didn’t even get it when a winking Johnny Carson asked how the weeds were in her garden. (Was there ever a time when male entertainment honchos didn’t exploit their power differential with women? MAKE IT STOP!)

When she was woke to this new betrayal, Mrs. Miller said “Enough!” She lived quietly in Claremont but remained engaged in her community. She was the grand marshal for the Fourth of July parade, and she judged The Claremont Colleges’ Spring Sing. She moved to Hollywood, where she enjoyed classical concerts and theatre. She later moved to an apartment in Northridge that was destroyed in the 1994 quake. She was relocated to an elder-care facility, where she died in 1997. She was 90.

She did keep her promise to the boys in Nam. In 1967 she joined Bob Hope’s annual USO tour. Life magazine’s Jordan Bonfante covered it, noting of her performance, “In Vietnam, clad in jungle boots and a muumuu, she chatted with audiences about the 15 years she spent studying music, lopped five years off at each burst of laughter, and finally offered, ‘Would you believe one?’ When that was howled down, she confessed she was starting lessons ‘tomorrow.’”

She had timing. She had one-liners. And—as captured in photos of her among the adoring troops—she had the time of her life.

“And when she passes, each one she passes goes, ‘Ah!’”

This Is Your Brain on Humor

This Is Your Brain on Humor

Ori AmirON A RANDOM weeknight at a comedy club in Burbank, Pomona College Professor Ori Amir bounds onto the stage.

“Hello, party people!”

By day, the bearded redhead with perpetually tousled hair is a visiting professor of psychology who has taught at Pomona since 2017.  By night? An amateur stand-up comic.

“As you can tell by my accent, I am a neuroscientist,” the native Israeli says, drawing titters from an audience that doesn’t quite know what to believe. “Sorry, I forgot I’m in Hollywood: I’m a neuroscientist-slash-model,” he says.

“I did get a new haircut. I went to Floyd’s and I told them I work at a college, so could you just give me the haircut of whatever celebrity is most popular among college students these days? So they gave me the Bernie Sanders.”

This time, the laughter is in full.

To Amir, stand-up comedy is like a scientific experiment that provides immediate results. You test the hypothesis that your joke is funny: They either laugh or they don’t. There are variables such as word choice, delivery and audience demographics, but the feedback is instant—sometimes painfully so.

His academic research is a far more sophisticated inquiry. Other researchers have used fMRI analysis, or functional magnetic resonance imaging, to study the brain’s responses to humor. Amir’s work with fMRIs and eye-tracking technology is groundbreaking: He studies the workings of the brain during the actual creation of humor.

Comedy, it turns out, is a nearly perfect subject for exploring the creative process.

“It’s a cognitive process that under the right setting could take 15 seconds, and you can replicate it many times. Anybody can at least try to do it,” Amir says. “It’s hard to ask a novelist to come up with a novel while you’re watching.”

Ori AmirAmir’s research has been featured by Forbes, and the journal Nature reported on his work last fall in an article about how neuroscience is breaking out of the lab, citing his doctoral research at the University of Southern California with Irving Biederman on the neural correlates of humor creativity. The Guardian, Reader’s Digest and the website Live Science also have featured Amir’s work.

For his research at USC, Amir recruited professional comedians—including some from the Groundlings, the famed Los Angeles improv troupe that helped spark the careers of Melissa McCarthy and Will Ferrell—along with amateur comedians and a control group of students and faculty. He then showed them examples of the classically quirky cartoons from The New Yorker with the original captions removed and asked the subjects to come up with their own captions—some humorous, some mundane and sometimes no caption at all—as he recorded which areas of the brain were activated.

What Amir found was somewhat unexpected: The regions of the brain lit up by the creation of the funniest jokes by the most experienced comedians weren’t so much in the medial prefrontal cortex, the area of the brain associated with cognitive control, but in the temporal lobes, the regions of the brain connected to more-spontaneous association. The findings fit perfectly, he says, with the classic but decidedly unscientific advice by improv comedy coaches to “get out of your head.”

Amir has expanded his work at Pomona, where he teaches such courses as Psychology of Humor, Data Mining for Psychologists and fMRI Explorations into Cognition. His current work uses eye-tracking technology to examine the relationship between visual attention and the creation of humor.

That study has given undergraduate students who are headed toward entirely different careers an opportunity to contribute to research that Amir expects to publish in a scientific journal next year. Recent cognitive graduates Konrad Utterback ’19, who is beginning his career as a financial analyst, and Justin Lee ’19, who plans to go to law school, will be among the paper’s coauthors. Other collaborators include Alexandra Papoutsaki—a computer science professor at Pomona whose expertise in the emerging uses and potential of eye tracking has been featured in Fortune and Fast Company—and students Sue Hyun Kwon ’18 and Kevin Lee ’20, who wrote computer code for the project.

Konrad Utterback ’19 models the use of the Tobii eye tracker to track eye movements as subjects try to create a punchline for an uncaptioned New Yorker cartoon.

Konrad Utterback ’19 models the use of the Tobii eye tracker to track eye movements as subjects try to create a punchline for an uncaptioned New Yorker cartoon.

Once again using uncaptioned New Yorker cartoons as prompts, Utterback and Justin Lee conducted experiments using a similar assortment of professional comedians that included comics from the Groundlings and Second City, along with amateur comedians and students.

The eye-tracking device—a low-end model by Tobii that costs about $170 and looks like a narrow black bar attached to the bottom of a standard computer monitor—allowed the researchers to chart the movement of the subjects’ eyes on an X-Y coordinate plane over the 30 seconds they were given to look at each cartoon.

Konrad Utterback ’19 models the use of the Tobii eye tracker to track eye movements as subjects try to create a punchline for an uncaptioned New Yorker cartoon.The results were then compared to something called a saliency map of the cartoon image.

“It’s this algorithm that basically determines which part of the cartoon is the most visually salient; it defines visual saliency in terms of things like edges and contrast and light—factors which are likely to attract low-level, primitive visual attention,” Utterback explains.

Once again, the results were surprising. The expert comedians focused most closely on the salient or conspicuous features of the cartoon, including faces.

“It’s actually a little counterintuitive because you would think, well, you have all this experience doing comedy and then you end up looking at those features that the low-level algorithm has determined to be the most salient ones,” Amir says. “Our interpretation was that it has to do with them actually using the image to generate the captions, using the input to generate associations to come up with something funny, as opposed to trying to sort of top-down impose their ideas.”

That made sense to Utterback.

“The fact that these were improv comedians in particular is relevant because that’s consistent with how comedians do improv comedy,” he says. “They’re basically trained to listen to what other people are saying first and not ruminate internally too much trying to think of something funny on their own, and sort of just be reactive. It makes perfect sense with these results because they were focusing much more on the actual content of the image to create the joke rather than trying to generate it themselves and forcing it to fit the cartoon, which is what we would expect people with no comedy experience to do.”

Justin Lee’s part of the study built on those results, adding the captions the subjects produced to the original cartoons and then asking three different people to rate the funniness of the cartoons and their captions. “We were able to use the data to determine that this fixation on the salient parts of the image directly correlates with how funny the caption actually ends up being,” Lee says.

The students’ findings support Amir’s earlier results. “We basically proved the same thing that he did using a different modality (eye tracking versus fMRI),” Utterback says. “In a nutshell, both experiments show that people with more comedy experience display a higher level of bottom-up, automatic control and less top-down, intentional influence on the humor creation process.”

Growing up in Israel, Amir watched his father “joke all the time” around the house and even do some comedic appearances on Israeli television.He tried his own hand at stand-up for the first time about seven years ago while still in graduate school at USC, telling a couple of jokes at a campus comedy event. Later, he started showing up around L.A. for open-mic nights. He has appeared at some famous L.A. comedy clubs and can even be seen on TV’s Comedy Central and CMT—“assuming you watch those channels 24-7 on a split screen, without blinking,” Amir writes on his comedy website.

His mainstay is performing at smaller clubs, joints still dotted with appearances by famous or once-famous comics, where he can continue to hone his craft. The life of most comedians, he quickly learned, is not what he saw on TV growing up, somebody telling jokes for an hour in a big arena.

Ori Amir“You don’t know the path,” he says. “The path is—you’re going to end up performing for a long time in front of three apathetic strangers at an open mic, and you’re going to wait two hours to do that and have to buy something from the place. Especially in Los Angeles, it’s an extremely competitive sort of thing. But obviously if it wasn’t so rewarding, people would not be working with so much effort.”

Amir’s influences include George Carlin, the late comedian remembered for his HBO specials and his sharp political and social commentary, as well as British comedians Eddie Izzard and Bill Bailey.

As a foreigner and an academic, Amir has an uncommon perspective for a comic. Audiences don’t always believe he is who he says he is. “I had a couple of times when people said, ‘You’re not really a neuroscientist, and your accent is so fake,’” he says with a laugh. Amir also likes to needle Americans with the insight of an outsider.

“I do like being a foreigner, but sometimes I’m a little concerned that Trump is going to deport me now to Mexico,” he says onstage. “I’m trying to seem more like an American by walking around saying American things, like, ‘Hey, this is America—speak English. Jesus loves you. Sign here.’

“I love the American English,” he goes on. “I love how rich your vocabulary is. You have words like communist, socialist, Marxist, anti-American—and these are only just the synonyms for poor.”

Social and political commentary and the typical off-color comedy club fare can be a little dicey for an academic, particularly one without tenure, Amir knows. He doesn’t invite students to his gigs, but his act was squeaky clean the night PCM visited.

“I do actually have a reporter from my college here,” he told the crowd, “so I can’t say any jokes that could be offensive or construed as prejudiced or sexist or dirty in any way, so … Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen!”

That one, he says later, would have worked better if he had led with it. His comedy is part improv and partly always being refined. He doesn’t expect to give up his day job any time soon, nor does he plan to quit performing.

“I do want to see how far I can get with it,” he says. “Very few people actually make money doing it—and also, my visa doesn’t allow me to do that for money anyway.”

Ba-dum-bump.

Back in the lab, Amir plans to turn his gaze to the potential for artificial intelligence to produce comedy.

His initial instinct is that comedy is an “AI-complete problem”—one of the few things robots are not soon going to be able to do better than humans. There are types of humor, however, that computers should be able to excel at—such as puns, the proverbial lowest form of humor.

“That’s the first type of humor computers are able to do,” he says.

By the way, Amir—who performs around Los Angeles maybe a couple of times a week—already has had the distinction of being the opening act for a joke-telling robot.

The electronic novice of the stand-up circuit was pretty funny, he admits. However, there was a catch.

“The robot told jokes written by a good comedy writer.”

The World According to Bob’s Burgers

The World According to Bob’s Burgers
Wendy Molyneux holds a stuffed version of the mysterious Kuchi Kopi character from Bob’s Burgers.

Wendy Molyneux holds a stuffed version of the mysterious Kuchi Kopi character from Bob’s Burgers.

TV FANS MIGHT get their notions of a comedy writer’s workplace from the sitcom 30 Rock, with its gaggle of unkempt guys tossing around food and sexist jokes. But reality is the polar opposite at the gleaming new offices of Fox’s long-running animated series Bob’s Burgers, where Wendy Molyneux ’97 works as a writer and an executive producer.

Molyneux’s private office is colorful and comfortable, but also tidy and sunny. Artwork by fans, depicting the show’s goofy but lovable characters, adorns the walls, attractively framed and carefully aligned. Beyond her door, the common areas provide roomy and serene spaces where colleagues can convene for group writing sessions or have a bite at a working lunch counter, a replica of the one on the show.

The offices reflect a designer’s orderly touch, not the unruly, chaotically creative mind of a comedy writer.

Tidiness, Molyneux will admit, is not her strong suit. She once hired a professional organizer to help get her life in order, as she explained to podcast host and fellow Pomona alumna Alison Rosen ’97. During that assisted cleanup, Molyneux rummaged through boxes of her old college stuff and got a glimpse of herself more than 20 years ago as an aspiring scribe. She didn’t like what she saw.

“I looked at some of the things I had written and thought, ‘Oh God, how did I have a single friend?’” Molyneux said on the episode of Alison Rosen Is Your New Best Friend. “Some people are better than I was at that age, but I think I was really pretentious.”

If so, Molyneux, now 43 and expecting her fourth child in just a few weeks, certainly seems to have grown out of it. Dressed casually with hair uncoiffed, she takes a seat on a cozy couch. At times, she seems self-effacing. Interrupted by the reporter, she apologizes: “Sorry, I ramble.” Asked a follow-up question for clarification, she takes the blame for the confusion: “This is, like, the least-clean bio of all times.” But she says it with a friendly laugh. Not a belly laugh or knee slapper, but a natural, spontaneous laugh that punctuates and ripples through her sentences, as if what she hears herself say just struck her funny.

That lighthearted quality hasn’t changed since her college years.

“I remember Wendy vividly and fondly,” says Thomas G. Leabhart, resident artist and professor of theatre at Pomona. “The mischievous twinkle in her eye and her love of a good hearty laugh did not prevent her taking her studies seriously. She performed classic roles with as much authority and ease as contemporary ones and seemed perfectly at home on stage.”

For Molyneux, the road from college theatre to professional comedy would be long and winding, with more than its share of potholes, detours and dead ends.

Wendy Molyneux (left) and her sister Lizzie Molyneux-Logelin chat in a working replica of the diner in Bob’s Burgers.

Wendy Molyneux (left) and her sister Lizzie Molyneux-Logelin chat in a working replica of the diner in Bob’s Burgers.

Molyneux  was born in New York and grew up in Indiana, the second child in a family of four girls and one boy. Asking if her family name is French elicits another laugh. “Our last name sounds a lot more sophisticated than we are,” she says. “We’re like 80 percent Irish, or more. We’re actually potato people.”

She attended Franklin Central High School on the outskirts of Indianapolis, an area that was, at the time, primarily white, staunchly conservative and stubbornly bent on maintaining its rural lifestyle. She calls it “very proto-Trump country.” Her parents, Richard and Susan Molyneaux, were “Democrats in a sea of Republicans.”

The kids, however, did not see the world in political reds and blues. For them, it was a fascinating playland of childhood adventures and sibling shenanigans. They were “free-range kids,” recalls Molyneux, out of the house in the morning, back at night. There were no fences, and no adult supervision.

It smacks of the idyllic suburban life nostalgically portrayed in Steven Spielberg movies. “We literally had a cornfield at the end of our street,” recalls Molyneux. There was also a creek running through their backyard, and endless open space where they could run wild, along with their imaginations.

That carefree lifestyle is still a source of inspiration for story lines on Bob’s Burgers, focused on the off-kilter but loveable Belcher family: owner Bob, his wife Linda, and their three rascals, Tina, Gene and little Louise with her perennial pink rabbit ears. Molyneux does not rely on her children for ideas; she draws on her own childhood experience to animate the episodes she co-writes with her sister and longtime collaborator, Lizzie Molyneux-Logelin. To them, the cartoon Belchers share much in common with the real-life Molyneux family of a bygone era.

That era came to an end when Wendy was 15. Her father, an engineer, got a new job with Mattel, the corporate toymaker based in El Segundo, and the family moved nearby to the tony suburb of Manhattan Beach. Wendy enrolled at Mira Costa High School, among the best in the country. Lizzie, who is eight and a half years younger, was barely starting grade school.

California real estate prices gave her parents sticker shock. But the political climate on the left coast gave them a new sense of belonging. “It was a revelation,” Molyneux recalls, “like, ‘Oh my God, not everyone is conservative!’”

Despite their age difference, Wendy and Lizzie were great friends. They went to the movies and joked around together. It would be another 15 years before they would start writing together too.

After graduating from Mira Costa in 1993, Molyneux started weighing her college options, though not too rigorously.  All she needed to make her choice was a casual glance through a promotional booklet for Pomona College that belonged to her sister Jenny, older by a year and a half, who had preceded her at Pomona.

Wendy zeroed in on a small boxed feature in the booklet, and there it was—her mission in life. “I literally can remember where it was on the page: bottom right-hand corner, somewhere in the middle of the book. A little box says, ‘Pomona College has an improv comedy group called Without a Box,’ and I was like, ‘Well, I have to go here,’” Molyneux recalls. “Literally, I didn’t care about anything else. I didn’t understand that most colleges have improv groups. I thought this was incredibly special.”

At Pomona, Wendy and her older sister took different tracks. Jenny majored in economics and sang in the Glee Club. After graduating, she worked in Pomona’s admissions office.

Wendy Molyneux works on a script with some of her colleagues at Bob’s Burgers.

Wendy Molyneux works on a script with some of her colleagues at Bob’s Burgers.

Meanwhile, Molyneux was performing leading roles in classical theatre(Sophocles, Shakespeare, Molière) as well as contemporary theatre(Sam Shepard, María Irene Fornés). When not on stage, she was immersed in the study of English literature and poetry, informed at times by her passion for feminist issues. Mixing the two did not always please her professors.

In her junior year, Molyneux took a course on modernist poetry, a seminar led by then English Professor Cristanne Miller, a foremost authority on Emily Dickinson with a strong interest in women’s studies.

“Only seven students were in the class, and Wendy was among the strongest, although I recall that we had a few conversations about the need to moderate her tone in her papers,” recalls Miller, now a SUNY Distinguished Professor and Edward H. Butler Professor of English at the University at Buffalo. “A note in my grade book indicates that I handed Wendy’s first paper back ungraded, asking her to rewrite it, since it mostly raved about a single idea rather than developing an argument. The idea was in essence feminist and I was sympathetic to it, but expressing anger about T. S. Eliot’s portrayal of women is not sufficient for a literary critical paper—even a short one. Her second essay in the class was much better.”

Nowadays, Molyneux is not restrained by academic rigor in expressing her strong opinions on a host of topics, from feminism and gun control to motherhood, women’s rights and her none-too-subtle feelings about President Trump. Her Twitter feed (@WendyMolyneux) is peppered with F-bombs and other profane put-downs aimed at trolls, bots and other critics.

Some of her tweets are funny. Others are deadly serious.

“It’s going to be funny right until I get murdered,” she says, still laughing. “I did attract NRA trolls for a while. They send you pictures of guns and basically be like, ‘I hope you lock your doors at night.’ And then you report it to Twitter, and Twitter does absolutely nothing.”

Molyneux decided she would not be intimidated or back down. They want people to be afraid, she says, as a way to silence the opposition.

Recently, Molyneux spoke out against the diet industry as harmful to women’s self-image. She was particularly critical of a weight-loss app for kids called Kurbo from Weight Watchers. She tweeted a link and a deeply personal observation: “The first time I was told my body wasn’t okay, I was 4 or 5. Sad, right?!

Molyneux graduated from college with an English    degree and a lack of direction. “I think a lot of people came out of Pomona being like, ‘I’m gonna be a doctor. I’m going to be on Wall Street.’ And I was like, ‘I’m going to move to San Francisco and work at a crepe restaurant. It was not a good plan. But now I work on a show about a restaurant, so I guess in a way, I was being incredibly smart.”

For a few years after college, Molyneux “floundered around” in search of a clear career path in comedy, but with no map.

“I had literally no idea how to make anything happen,” she says. “I didn’t have any family in the business, and I didn’t know how you were supposed to get started. It’s not like jobs are on LinkedIn. It’s more like a room that you want to be in, but nobody’s ever seen the door, and you don’t know where the door is. So you kind of, like, have to feel your way into it.”

Molyneux “flamed out” in San Francisco after a year. She moved back to L.A., waited tables, took temp jobs, worked for an answering service. Through trial and error, she eventually “stumbled sideways” into comedy as a life-sustaining endeavor.

She got a day job selling group tickets for the Hollywood Pantages Theatre, “a little troll that they kept in the basement … and no one checked on me all day.” In her downtime, she started writing short humor pieces for the website McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, “which is still a great place for young people to get their humor-writing published.” After hours, Molyneux pursued her passion at the legendary ImprovOlympic West in Hollywood (later the iO West), a training ground and cultural hub for comedians in L.A. until it closed last year.

But there’s one thing that Molyneux, a self-described introvert, would never, ever even try—stand-up comedy.

“I was too intimidated to do stand-up,” she says, recoiling at the thought. “Oh, no, no, no. I found it frightening to be on stage by myself.”

Improv, on the other hand, has been very, very good to Wendy Molyneux. It not only put her on a career path, but also on a path to starting her own family. She met her husband, fellow writer Jeff Drake, through the improv world, and their career paths merged along with their personal lives. At one point, Drake had a job writing promotional pitches for shows on NBC, and she joined him on the in-house staff when another job opened up.

They’ve worked closely together ever since.

In 2006, they were both hired as writers for a new NBC talk show featuring Megan Mullally, of Will and Grace fame. Though short-lived (less than five months), the show marked Molyneux’s first break into the TV-writing business.

During that time, Molyneux also started working for the first time with her sister Lizzie, who was still in college and doing a summer internship in entertainment. When Lizzie pitched a script idea to a producer, he liked it. With no experience, she turned to her older sister for advice. They worked on the script together, and though it didn’t go anywhere, a successful sibling writing team was born.

Theirs was no overnight success. They continued to work on pilots that didn’t get picked up and specs (or sample scripts) in hopes someone would like their ideas. They’re not sure how, but one of those specs made it to the desk of Bob’s Burgers creator Loren Bouchard. Suddenly—miraculously, they still think—they were hired for the show’s very first season in 2009.

“That’s the thing with entertainment,” Molyneux said on the podcast. “You have to keep throwing stuff at the wall until something sticks.”

The Burbank offices of Bento Box, the animation studio behind Bob’s Burgers, has been home to Wendy and Lizzie Molyneux for the past 10 years. Wendy’s husband Jeff (@hatethedrake, for all you Seinfeld fans) works on a different show in the same building, with offices just upstairs. Molyneux also thinks of her colleagues as family, all pitching in ideas, punching up jokes, putting final touches on scripts.

Fans are part of the family, too. They not only contribute artwork, but also fanatically keep track of episodes, minor characters, and running gags. One website ranked the show’s 149 special burgers by pun (no. 5: the Poblano Picasso Burger). Other fans intently try to catch all the punny names on neighboring storefronts (a pottery shop called “Welcome Back Potter,” or one of Wendy’s favorites, “Maxi Pads: Large Apartment Rentals.”)

The Molyneux sisters have become their own brand in the business, racking up writing awards together and getting hired as a team for new projects. Last month, they began work as showrunners and executive producers on a show they created themselves, along with Regular Show alumna Minty Lewis, called The Great North, about a single father in Alaska and his weird bunch of kids.

Molyneux is at the top of her game. But like many adults, she’s astounded how fast time passes. At heart, she admits, she’s “super sentimental and nostalgic,” especially when thinking back on those seemingly endless days of her childhood.

“I think that’s one of the reasons it’s good to work on an animated show,” she said on the podcast. “You get to stop time with these characters sort of permanently, which is maybe what all of us want to do at certain points in our lives. Like, ‘Oh, this is good right here. Let’s stop! Like everything’s fine right now. Let’s just stay here, getting to live in the eternal present.”

 

Photos by Iris Schneider

Back to the Hot Zone

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Julianna Margulies stars as Nancy Jaax in the National Geographic Channel miniseries The Hot Zone

Julianna Margulies stars as Nancy Jaax in the National Geographic Channel miniseries The Hot Zone, to air beginning May 27.

Richard Preston ’76

Richard Preston ’76

JODIE FOSTER WAS SET TO STAR. Robert Redford was on board. Ridley Scott would direct. And then it all fell apart. It was the 1995 blockbuster that never was, and it has bound together two Pomona College alumni for more than 25 years, even though Hollywood producer Lynda Obst ’72 and author Richard Preston ’76 had never met before Obst read the 1992 story in The New Yorker that became the basis of Preston’s nonfiction bestseller The Hot Zone.

Their twisting journey reaches its destination on Memorial Day, when the six-episode limited series The Hot Zone, starring Julianna Margulies, premieres on the National Geographic Channel. A quest that began when Preston was 38 and Obst was 42 is ending in triumph with both old enough to draw Social Security.

Lynda Obst ’72

Lynda Obst ’72

“The article set the town on fire from the moment it was published,” Obst says of Preston’s New Yorker story, while sitting in the office of her hillside home in the Silver Lake neighborhood of Los Angeles. “Everyone went insane and had to have it. And I was one of those people.”

By early 1993, Obst had won the rights to Preston’s terrifying true tale about the threat of Ebola and other deadly viruses on U.S. soil. But she lost the agonizing war after Foster pulled out over script differences and rival producer Arnold Kopelson raced into filming a blatant knockoff, the 1995 movie Outbreak, despite failing to secure the rights from Preston.

It was a defeat so painful, so public for Obst—who already had Sleepless in Seattle to her credit and later added Contact and Interstellar—that she made its lessons the first chapter of her 1996 memoir about navigating Hollywood, Hello, He Lied.

“The pressure can crush you or turn you into the diamond version of yourself: hard and brilliant,” she wrote about the necessity of moving on. Yet in the midst of the chapter “Next!” about the ephemeral nature of both defeat and success, she slipped in a caveat: “Reinvention remains an option.”

Reinvention it would be: Last September, The Hot Zone began filming in Toronto, followed by a December shoot in South Africa, a stand-in for 1970s Zaire.

 

MONTHS EARLIER, AS OBST was busy with preproduction, her satisfaction was palpable. “Somebody called me ‘Tenacious L,’ which is my favorite name I’ve ever been called,” she says with a laugh. “So you know, it feels pretty gratifying. Pretty damn gratifying.”

Within arm’s reach in her office was the final version of the contract with Preston from decades ago.

“I keep it on my bulletin board,” she says. “There are many colleagues I still work with who went through the original crisis of ‘Crisis in the Hot Zone’ with me who are still around now as my peers and allies and friends. And they are having a big laugh.”

Preston says he harbored little hope.

“I had given up,” he says by phone from the East Coast, where he lives near Princeton University. “I really thought it was never going to see the light of day. However, I was aware of one thing—it kind of lingered in the back of my mind—which was Lynda Obst’s vow in her autobiography that if it was the last thing she ever did, she was going to make The Hot Zone. I know Lynda well enough to know that was a blood oath.

“I said to Lynda that this could be described as an odyssey, except Odysseus wandered for 20 years,” Preston says. “Lynda wandered for 25 years. She beat Odysseus.”

In an episode of The Hot Zone, a character played by Grace Gummer (center) tends to a hut of Ebola victims, including a pregnant woman. —Photo by National Geographic/Casey Crafford

In an episode of The Hot Zone, a character played by Grace Gummer (center) tends to a hut of Ebola victims, including a pregnant woman. —Photo by National Geographic/Casey Crafford

 

THOUGH THEY CAME WITHIN months of passing each other on Marston Quad—Obst graduated in the spring of 1972, and Preston arrived that fall—the two did not know each other. They also had overlapping circles in New York, where Preston was a contributor to The New Yorker and Obst had been an editor for The New York Times Magazine before moving west, fixing her eye for a story on the film industry and emerging as a powerful Hollywood producer. Obst even knew Preston’s brother, author Douglas Preston ’78, but didn’t make the connection.

Their memories differ as to when they first realized they were two Sagehens trying to make a movie. Obst remembered it as riding in a car to meet Nancy and Jerry Jaax, central figures in the book, but after hearing Preston’s recollection, “I think he’s right and my memory stinks,” she says. As Preston remembers it, Obst mentioned Pomona in their first conversations on the phone.

“My recollection is that she made a real point of that, that she had researched me,” Preston says. “I liked that. Pomona people have a lot of low-key credibility in the world. Pomona people are extremely smart, by and large. So I immediately knew that Lynda was very well educated in the humanities, and that counts for a lot with me, because I have a doctorate in the humanities, in English, but I write about science.

“Those first phone calls, I found myself admiring her, and I really like to work with people I admire,” Preston says. “I admired her because she already had a fantastic track record as a producer. I admired her because she had succeeded as an editor at The New York Times Magazine and then had seemed to shift effortlessly to the West Coast to becoming a producer. And I admired her for her grittiness, for her willingness to get into a major fight with a huge producer like Arnold Kopelson. And I really didn’t like Arnold Kopelson at all.”

Kopelson. the Academy Award–winning producer of Platoon, died last year at 83, but Obst had long studiously avoided mentioning his name, even in her book. Preston says his conversation with Kopelson wasn’t much of a courtship.

“Kopelson had me on the phone, just a typical, unbelievably typical, cigar-smoking Hollywood producer,” Preston says. “And he goes, ‘Richard, you really only have one question you need to ask of yourself. I am going to make this movie, and the only question you need to answer is whether you want to play with me or not.’”

Kopelson later told The New York Times he made no threats but simply stated his intentions: The result was Outbreak, a movie about a fictional deadly monkey virus called Motaba, minus most of the science and transplanted from labs in suburban Washington, D.C., to small-town California, with a military bomber ordered to obliterate the town of dead and dying before the carrier monkey is found and a cure is created from its blood.

 

THE OFFERS FROM KOPELSON AND OBST, bidding for what was then 20th Century Fox, had been about the same—$100,000 up front and $400,000 if the movie was made. But when Obst and Preston got on the phone, the two Pomona graduates with backgrounds in nonfiction journalism and a passion for science quickly connected.

Obst studied the philosophy of science at Pomona and during a stint in graduate school at Columbia University, and her goal with The Hot Zone as well as in projects involving the late Carl Sagan and Nobel Prize–winning physicist Kip Thorne, both friends, has always been to get the science right. The truth is sometimes scarier than any fiction.

Dr. Nancy Jaax, played by Julianna Margulies, works with a pipette in the pathology lab

In an episode of The Hot Zone, Dr. Nancy Jaax, played by Julianna Margulies, works with a pipette in the pathology lab. —Photo by National Geographic/Amanda Matlovich

“A lot of other producers talk hype. I talk story,” says Obst, who zeroed in on the central figure of Nancy Jaax in her proposal to Preston. “To me, the vital, amazing thing wasn’t the blood and gore in the piece that attracted some producers. It was that there was a woman Army colonel at the core of this who was a heroine, who exposed herself to danger unwittingly by making a salad for her family, oh my God, on the way to work, where she worked in a [Biosafety] Level 4 containment zone on a regular basis, between visiting her kids at gym and soccer. She was my kind of girl. So I saw a movie star. I saw a great part for women. And I’ve pretty much devoted my career to great parts for women, without sort of consciously being aware of it.”

Kopelson never had a chance.

“I didn’t like the way he had treated me or handled me,” Preston says. “And I found Lynda to be like—this is an odd thing to say, but I felt like she was a kind of samurai, and that she was an expert in martial arts with regard to film production, and that it was just very, very good to have someone like that behind the project.

“I felt like we were two Pomona people going into battle together. And I loved the idea it was a woman warrior. I just loved that.”

But The Hot Zone, the movie, was not to be.

Foster and Redford are both directors as well as actors, and both had strong ideas about the script. Preston thought the original script needed only a little work, and he favored the sensibilities of Foster, who has a degree in literature from Yale. He says Redford wanted to enhance his role by adding an affair with Foster’s married character, Nancy Jaax, and ordered his own rewrite. Foster pulled out of the project over script issues first, and after Meryl Streep considered it before signing on to The Bridges of Madison County, Redford pulled out too. Cameras were rolling for Outbreak. There would be no room in theatres for two monkey virus thrillers at the same time. It was over.

Preston saw Outbreak and calls it “a ridiculous, idiotic film, through no fault of the actors.” (The cast included Dustin Hoffman, Rene Russo, Morgan Freeman, Donald Sutherland, Kevin Spacey and Cuba Gooding Jr.)

Preston says Hoffman called Peter Jahrling, the scientist who discovered the Ebola-Reston virus, in the middle of the night while the film was shooting. “This is a true story,” Preston says. “It goes like this, ‘Ah, is this Dr. Peter Jahrling? Ah, this is Dustin Hoffman. Listen, I’m sorry to bother you, Dr. Jahrling. I’ve got Rene Russo, she’s dying of Ebola, very attractive lady I will say, and we need to cure her in five minutes of screen running time. What do I do, Dr. Jahrling?’”

Jahrling explained a possible cure, Preston says, and at the end of Outbreak, Russo is given an IV bag “of something that looks like Tang breakfast drink, and it cures her in five minutes,” Preston says. “So Jahrling says, ‘I gave them their ending, and they never paid me a dime.’”

Obst, however, refused to watch Outbreak.

“It made me too angry,” she says.

The Hot Zone had come to a painful end, or so it seemed.

“People involved in the project were calling me up and basically weeping over the telephone,” Preston says. But in the end, he adds, “the screenplay was so wretched that it was a relief just to see it put out of its misery.”

 

BY 2014, THE LANDSCAPE HAD CHANGED. Ebola emerged again in West Africa in an epidemic that ultimately killed more than 11,000 from 2013 to 2016, and health officials are currently battling a new outbreak in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

What’s more, Ebola arrived in U.S. hospitals in 2014, borne by international flights. Two men who traveled from West Africa after contracting the virus, one of them a doctor, died of Ebola. Two nurses treating a dying patient in Dallas also contracted the virus but survived, as did seven other patients treated in the U.S. The Ebola threat was no longer far away in Africa.

Liam Cunningham as Wade Carter and Julianna Margulies as Dr. Nancy Jaax during production of The Hot Zone in Toronto

Liam Cunningham as Wade Carter and Julianna Margulies as Dr. Nancy Jaax during production of The Hot Zone in Toronto —Photo by National Geographic/Amanda Matlovich

But something else had changed, Obst says: Television entered a golden age. Even Jerry and Nancy Jaax, central figures in Preston’s book, were amazed when the production came together after all this time. “They’d given up on it,” Obst says. “They all think I’m a miracle worker. But the truth is that I’m not a miracle worker: Media has changed. Television grew up, became great, and we were able to take advantage of that.”

Though she says the outbreaks are only a coincidence, they make the series resonate.

“Unfortunately, Ebola did not go away, but Ebola showed its ugliest head in Sierra Leone, became the outbreak that was warned about in Richard Preston’s book, and then simultaneously, this venue developed called ‘Nat Geo,’ in which you could do these things called limited series, which we used to call miniseries, but they were shorter,” she says. “These are at least double the length. And in this venue, you can do the real science.”

Because Fox—now part of Disney after the Hollywood megadeal—owned the intellectual property as well as the National Geographic Channel, Obst saw a way to do the series under the Fox umbrella, and with Ridley Scott’s television production company, Scott Free. “It got to be a better show than it would have been as a movie,” she says.

Preston agrees. “There’s been a sea change in how television series are made and produced and distributed. It’s the Netflix phenomenon,” he says. “The whole story of The Hot Zone has always lent itself to television far better than to a two-hour feature film. You just can’t get the story into a two-hour feature film and preserve the muscularity and the drama of the story.”

Far from the familiar Hollywood scenario in which writers sign away the rights to their work and watch helplessly as it takes a form they never imagined, Preston became deeply involved in the National Geographic series.

“He’s a very important part of the brain trust,” Obst says.

As a co-executive producer and consultant, Preston not only served as a liaison between the production and the real-life characters;he also was a fact-checker on the science, working closely with showrunners Kelly Souders and Brian Peterson on the scripts.

He went through the episodes line by line with them, “getting down to the nitty-gritty of the science,” Preston says. “The end result is that the audience is going to see something that really feels authentic. It’s like you go onto a car lot, you want to buy a car, and you slam the door and nothing rattles.”

Preston also made suggestions to make the series more realistic or dramatic. In one scene where Jaax puts on a protective biohazard space suit as she and a soldier prepare to go into Biosafety Level 4—the extraordinarily dangerous containment area for lethal viruses for which there is no vaccine and no cure—Preston flashed back to his own experience.

“I’m not going to tell you what it is, but it’s what they did to me the first time I went in with a space suit on,” he says. “I told Kelly and Brian about that. I said, ‘This is what Nancy Jaax is going to do to this soldier,’ and they go, ‘Oh my God, yes.’”

With the Hot Zone television series likely to boost sales of the original book, Preston went to work on a revised edition, with scientific updates reflecting what is now understood about Ebola and related viruses that wasn’t available when he wrote the book, including exactly what killed the Danish boy known by the pseudonym of Peter Cardinal, who became ill after entering Kenya’s Kitum Cave.

Slight additional revisions refine the gruesome descriptions of victims’ bleed-outs, a part of the book Stephen King called “one of the most horrifying things I’ve ever read in my whole life.”

And although Preston has written other books in the interim, his next book, Crisis in the Red Zone, is a successor to The Hot Zone and will be published by Random House in July.

“I don’t want to give away too much, but it’s about emerging viruses—viruses coming out of natural ecosystems and invading the human species,” he says.

The original Hot Zone will come to life not on the silver screen but on the small screen, opening May 27 with a three-night run. Like the lethal virus itself, the project retreated and re-emerged, perhaps a stronger version of itself.

The final words of Preston’s book The Hot Zone now seem doubly prophetic:

“It will be back.”

Anatomy of an Outbreak

Anatomy of an Outbreak pane
Matt Wise ’01

Photos by Dustin Chambers

ON A SWELTERING Monday afternoon last September, a few minutes before 3 o’clock, Matthew Wise ’01 hustled down the hall from his office to a windowless conference room at Atlanta’s Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) headquarters. Nearly three dozen scientists had crammed in there for the weekly meeting. At the head of the table, Wise slid into his swiveling chair, trying his best not to wrinkle his neatly pressed commander’s uniform.

His team of epidemiologists soon fired off one-minute updates of roughly 30 different food-borne illness outbreaks. He stared at a giant flat-screen filled with bar charts, hoping to triage minor threats from the major ones. Cyclospora outbreak caused by vegetable trays? Fully contained. Listeria linked to deli ham? Under control. Then came the details of a cluster that demanded his full attention: more than 60 infections caused by Salmonella Newport across the western U.S. He could see that the bacteria strain had slowly spread across the country and was sending dozens of people to the hospital.

A member of the U.S. Public Health Service Commissioned Corps, Wise had climbed the ranks of the CDC thanks to his skill as a disease detective. Now a senior official with the federal agency’s Outbreak Response and Prevention Branch, he had the power to act swiftly and decisively. If he made the right choice, he might prevent thousands more from falling ill or even dying. But act too slowly or too fast—particularly by lobbying for a recall—and his team might expose the CDC to the ire of industry and the public at large.

Weighing his options, Wise figured this Salmonella strain was trickier than most. That’s because a new wave of food-borne illnesses had swept the nation in recent years. Unlike traditional outbreaks—which ended nearly as fast as they began—cases were unfolding over longer periods and wider distances. Wise also sensed that these Salmonella infections were the tip of the iceberg. As a general rule of thumb, only one in every 30 people affected by a food-borne illness typically reported being sick. The well-being of thousands of people was likely at stake.

Identifying the outbreak pattern was the easy part. The hard part—discovering the source of the Salmonella—came next. To do so would require a small army of nearly 250 people from more than three dozen agencies. Investigators would ask fathers who’d just left the hospital to recall what they’d recently ordered for dinner. They’d also persuade mothers to search their purses for grocery store receipts. Instead of charging full speed ahead with an investigation, Wise wondered if the agency’s best shot at solving this mystery was to look back to a previous investigation the year before that had gone unsolved. Perhaps an older clue—a fingerprint—might crack open this case.

 

 Matt Wise ’01NINETY-SEVEN PERCENT of America’s food-borne outbreaks are confined to a single source in a single state. Wise says these kinds of outbreaks can be caused by anything from chicken at a church supper left uncovered for too long to a fast-food restaurant kitchen forgetting to wash lettuce. When a food outbreak occurs, he said, local and state health inspectors are usually the ones handling the response.

The other 3 percent of outbreaks are the ones that wreak havoc on America’s health systems. Of the food-borne outbreaks reported to the CDC, they’re responsible for a 10th of the reported sicknesses, a third of the hospitalizations, and more than half of the deaths.

It’s the job of the Outbreak Response and Prevention Branch to spot an outbreak that crosses state lines and, once it does, to help guide the national investigation. Officials of the branch are sort of like agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Except, instead of tracking serial killers, they’re tracking killer lettuce.

To understand food investigations, according to Wise, you need to know how food production has changed in recent decades. Not only is food being produced by fewer companies—thanks to increased consolidation—it is also traveling longer distances to reach consumers. Because of that, Wise says parts of his branch’s job have grown increasingly tough, with outbreaks now spanning the entire nation. But the challenges have also bred opportunity: The CDC is helping reshape how state and federal agencies respond to pathogens such as Salmonella, E. coli and Listeria.

In a given year, Wise’s epidemiologists will have 200 potential cluster outbreaks. Before one crosses his desk, several steps must be taken. First, when a person gets seriously ill from a potential food-borne illness, a doctor collects a stool sample for testing at that hospital’s clinical lab. A technician will then isolate the bacteria and ship the sample to a laboratory that’s part of PulseNet, a network of more than 80 labs, to create a DNA fingerprint. That fingerprint is sent off to a CDC lab in Atlanta. It will eventually make its way up to Wise’s team, who will analyze patterns of illnesses, connecting each like a detective uses yarn on an evidence board.

“If we see there are people in California and Texas and Illinois that all got sick around the same time, from the same fingerprint, that says to me that people have maybe gotten sick from the same thing,” Wise says. “This lets you pull needles from a haystack and see what they have in common.”

 

THE OLD CLUE WISE thought might be helpful came from a previously unsolved Salmonella Newport outbreak that he had first learned about in late January 2017. By then, roughly four dozen cases with a similar bacterial strain had been identified in California, Arizona and Texas. In just weeks, five times as many states had reported similar strains. Soon, local investigators were dispatched to ask sick people hundreds of questions about their recent food consumption and purchasing patterns. The best Wise could tell, ground beef was the likely culprit.

With a decent hypothesis, Wise’s team sought more data to lead the team toward the contamination’s original source. So they advised local investigators to learn more specifics about how the ground beef had been cooked and consumed. Wise’s team also urged the U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA), which regulates ground beef, to collect further evidence about whether people had purchased a certain brand of ground beef from a grocery store. By compiling those answers, Wise says, they hoped to be able to trace back the Salmonella. That might lead the USDA to recall a product, close production facilities or persuade a manufacturer to voluntarily take its product off the shelf.

That strategy, it turned out, led to a minor breakthrough. Sick people had been purchasing five-pound chubs of ground beef. One Colorado public health official even collected leftover ground beef from a patient’s home—and it tested positive. Wise and his colleagues eventually realized that the Salmonella outbreak was not just linked to those chubs but also to some dairy cows in New Mexico. At that point, however, they hit a snag: The strain found in cattle couldn’t be connected back to a single slaughterhouse. Questions ran through Wise’s mind: Was the problem with one farm’s cows? Or was there a widespread strain in cattle?

“If it came from 10 states and 10 slaughterhouses, maybe it’s connected, but we’ll do more research,” Wise said. “A lot of the time, we’re looking to see if the same facility produced all of it—if the people who got sick all ate the same thing from the same line, produced in the same hour and at the same facility.”

Wise hoped a new kind of technology would crack open the case. For years, scientists in the PulseNet network had used a technique known as pulsed-field gel electrophoresis (PFGE) to create a fingerprint for a bacteria’s DNA. But PFGE wasn’t precise enough to parse out Salmonella strains that were extremely similar to one another. So epidemiologists struggled with statistical “noise” that made it hard to spot which cases were directly linked to ground beef.

The CDC had recently begun shifting toward a more advanced tool—whole-genome sequencing—which allowed them to reconstruct the genome of each bacteria’s DNA, putting each nucleotide together like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. But the CDC hadn’t yet fully rolled out the tool for Salmonella cases in real time. The delayed use of the technology, along with the complexity of the ground beef outbreak, stopped the investigators in their tracks. Of the 106 cases ultimately reported, one person died and 42 people were hospitalized.

Matt Wise ’01“We never figured it out,” Wise said.

 

TWO DECADES AGO when Wise arrived at Pomona College, he was more interested in treating illness than tracing its cause. As a high school student, the Sacramento native grew interested in health care after hearing a talk about San Francisco’s needle exchange. But by his sophomore year, he no longer wanted to pursue a medical degree. “The chemistry classes were disconnected from actual health and medicine,” he said. “And, frankly, I was shitty at organic chemistry.” So his coursework shifted toward social sciences—anthropology, psychology and sociology.

During his sociology of health and medicine course, he was first introduced to the CDC’s Epidemic Intelligence Service, a two-year program for postgraduate fellows who are among the first to respond to public health emergencies. After graduating from Pomona, he was hired as an epidemiologist at Los Angeles County’s public health department. Simultaneously, he worked toward his Ph.D. at the University of California, Los Angeles, which later helped him get accepted into the U.S. Public Health Service Commissioned Corps. He moved to Atlanta but traveled coast to coast, helping to investigate outbreaks in hospitals.

“Investigating outbreaks is like the emergency room of public health,” he said. “You don’t have the luxury to pontificate. In academia, you can obsess over little details for a really long time to get a perfect analysis. I was working in environments where you make real decisions in real time.”

During one of his earliest multistate cases at the CDC—a fatal outbreak of fungal meningitis—Wise was assigned to work with employees from the Outbreak Response and Prevention Branch. Their job seemed fascinating. So in 2013, Wise shifted to that team, where he guided epidemiologists through investigations into food-borne illnesses related to frozen pizza snacks and tahini sesame paste. Last year, he was again promoted—this time to the role of deputy chief of his branch.

Beyond overseeing investigations, he was tasked with speaking to the press and, at times, taming the public’s outrage toward the CDC. He explained the basic functions of the agency, like the fact that it doesn’t usually order recalls, or that outbreak investigations take longer than just a few days. While Wise’s work with food-borne illnesses hasn’t changed his diet—he still eats most things, except for raw sprouts—it has changed the way he sees food systems.

“There’s a huge amount of machinery,” Wise said. “I view food more as a product of these complex and massive systems where, if just a couple of little things go wrong, you can have bad results.”

 

IN LATE SEPTEMBER 2018, weeks after that initial 3 p.m. meeting, Wise finally got to see more data. A familiar suspect—ground beef—was causing more problems.

His epidemiologists had already worked with state health departments to obtain sick patients’ shopper records. But the CDC was once again seeing a “noisy” PFGE pattern, complicating the process of finding a single Salmonella source. This time, however, they could use whole-genome sequencing in real time. The results allowed Wise’s team to see that a third of the initial cases weren’t relevant to this investigation at all. Of the remaining ones, they managed to interview 22 people about their ground beef purchases. Twenty-one said they had consumed ground beef.

“It pulled a signal from the noise,” Wise said. “And it allowed us to definitively say that the [unsolved] outbreak was connected to this one.”

With that information, USDA investigators tracked down more shopper cards and beef grinding logs, which showed that a disproportionate number of cases linked back to several Sam’s Club stores located in Wyoming, Utah and South Dakota. Then, another breakthrough: A beef sample purchased by state officials at a California discount grocery store also contained the same strain. That packaging contained an establishment number—EST. 267—which helped trace back the Salmonella source to a beef plant just outside Phoenix.

In late September, Wise’s team sent over their findings to USDA officials, who then approached the plant’s owners: JBS Tolleson. Faced with the evidence, JBS Tolleson agreed to cooperate with the federal government. Between Oct. 4 and Dec. 4, JBS Tolleson voluntarily recalled more than 12 million pounds of beef products. The recall, one of the largest of its kind ever, impacted hundreds of grocery stores from Florida to Washington.

This past March, Wise returned to the windowless conference room and stared at the TV screen full of charts. When the Salmonella outbreak came up, he could finally see the full damage it had caused. Over a six-month period, more than 400 people had gotten sick in 30 different states. Nearly a quarter had been hospitalized. This time, though, no one died.

Wise breathed easily—but only for a moment. Another outbreak, he knew, would soon be on its way.

The Face of a Pandemic

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Adolfo Sartini

ADOLFO SARTINI WASN’T SUPPOSED TO DIE from the flu. He was 29 years old, healthy and strong; he had answered the draft in 1917 and was picked to work as an Army engineer. And yet, the things that should have protected Sartini actually made him an utterly typical victim of the virus that killed him: the notorious 1918 “Spanish” flu.

Adolfo Sartini

Adolfo Sartini in uniform

Extending over the world in three deadly waves, the 1918 flu infected some 500 million people and killed at least 50 million—as much as 5 percent of the world’s population, though it is hard to pin down a precise figure—placing it among the deadliest pandemics ever recorded. So many died so quickly that cities ran out of coffins. Extra gravediggers were called up by the hundreds, and when there weren’t enough gravediggers, steam shovels came in to dig mass graves for the bodies that were piling up in morgues and on roadsides.

The virus piggybacked on World War I troop movements and was sustained by soldiers’ close quarters, yet it also spread to people and places far removed from the war. And the world was all but defenseless against it: without vaccines, antibiotics or antivirals, patients made do with rest, fluids, fresh air and prayer.

The 1918 flu was a killer, and it was also a puzzle. Unlike most flu strains, which are deadly mostly to the very young and the very old, the 1918 flu disproportionately struck down young adults. Graph typical seasonal flu deaths according to age, and you get a “U” shape, with high mortality among babies on the left and the elderly on the right, and a strong, healthy trough in the middle. But when you plot out deaths from the 1918 flu, you get a “W” instead, with the peak centered near age 28—almost exactly Adolfo’s age when he died.

For decades, researchers have been trying to understand what made young adults like Sartini so vulnerable to this particular flu. Maybe people over 40 had already been exposed to similar strains and built up some immunity, while younger ones were immuno­logically unprepared. Maybe soldiers like Sartini were already weak from other infections, like tuberculosis. Maybe young, healthy people suffered from an overactive immune response—a so-called cytokine storm, named for proteins that help direct the body’s immune response—that damaged their lung tissue and allowed fatal infections to establish themselves. Or maybe it was all of those things at once.

Rows of tents at Emery Hill in Lawrence, Massachusetts, where victims of the 1918 influenza pandemic were treated. —Photo courtesy of the National Archives

Rows of tents at Emery Hill in Lawrence, Massachusetts, where victims of the 1918 influenza pandemic were treated. —Photo courtesy of the National Archives

It’s a puzzle that fascinates Ruth Craig ’74. That’s because Sartini’s story embodies her two life’s passions: molecular biology, which she researched and taught for more than 20 years from her labs at Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine and the Geisel School of Medicine at Dartmouth, and genealogy, which she discovered later on and took up as a second career when she moved from active to emeritus professorship. “The two tracks seem very different but actually intersect,” says Craig, “and that intersection is the flu.”

 

IN 1987, AS A BRAND NEW FACULTY MEMBER at Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine, Craig led a research team that discovered a gene that helps control whether cells live or die. The gene, called myeloid cell leukemia-1, or MCL1, is a member of a family of genes with similar jobs, and their involvement in leukemia surprised cancer researchers—it suggested that cancer isn’t just about runaway cell growth, but also about cells that fail to die when their time is up.

But MCL1’s influence goes beyond cancer, as Craig discovered over the course of many years examining the gene. In 2005, Craig was part of a team led by David Dockrell, an infectious disease researcher at the University of Sheffield, that looked at how MCL1 helps immune cells fight infection. They found that MCL1 makes a protein that helps signal immune cells called macrophages to attack bacteria. The macrophages swallow up the invaders, and they also recruit other immune cells to join their offensive. When levels of the MCL1 protein drop, macrophages get the signal to stand down and die off, taking their infectious “prisoners” with them and calling off the immune attack. The response is exquisitely tunable and can be turned on and off in different kinds of cells with laser precision and speed. But what would happen if, for some reason, it failed to turn off on time?

Craig and Dockrell tried to answer that question. Their team started with mice with an MCL1 gene that caused them to overproduce the MCL1 protein. Then, the researchers gave those mice bacterial lung infections. Mice with the modified gene could not clear the infection. Moreover, their lungs were overwhelmed with inflammatory cells. The macrophages, it seemed, didn’t know when to die—so while the immune system kept up its attack, the bacteria went on multiplying, and the mice got sicker and sicker.

Ruth Craig ’74 and Bob Sartini visit St. Michael Cemetery in Boston, where Spanish flu victim Adolfo Sartini is buried.

Ruth Craig ’74 and Bob Sartini visit St. Michael Cemetery in Boston, where Spanish flu victim Adolfo Sartini is buried.

This is where Craig’s gene intersects with Sartini’s story. That’s because if he was like most flu victims, Sartini didn’t actually die from the flu, but from a bacterial lung infection that set in afterward. Craig wondered: Could he have died—too young, too early—in part because some cells in his body died too late?

 

BOB SARTINI KEEPS HIS GREAT-UNCLE Adolfo’s Army chest in his living room in Vermont; on the wall of his Boston apartment, he hung oval-framed pictures of his grandparents and a memorial certificate from the U.S. Army commemorating Adolfo’s supreme sacrifice in World War I. When his grandfather died, Bob says, the certificate “was basically on the trash heap,” Bob became friends with Craig in the late 1970s, when they worked down the hall from each other at Boston University School of Medicine (Bob, who is now retired, spent his career there), and she had the certificate framed for him as a birthday present. “From then on, it’s been on the wall in my house.”

Bob imagined filling up Adolfo’s old Army chest with “period things,” artifacts that would tell the story of Adolfo’s life, but the family lore was meager. Bob knew Adolfo had followed his brother Eugenio, Bob’s grandfather, from Italy to America. He knew that he had spent time working at a country club in Newton, Massachusetts, before enlisting in the Army, and he knew that Adolfo had died young, of the flu. But he wondered: Why did Adolfo enlist? Did Adolfo know that because he was not a U.S. citizen and had not  w  declared an intention to become one, he was not required to answer the draft? Did he deliberately pass up this exemption so that he could step forward to defend his chosen home? And how to make sense of the irony of a healthy soldier being struck down not by shells or machine guns but by something as mundane and typically benign as the flu?

Ruth Craig ’74 places flowers on the grave of Adolfo Sartini, who died of the Spanish flu in 1918.

Ruth Craig ’74 places flowers on the grave of Adolfo Sartini, who died of the Spanish flu in 1918.

Bob wondered about this off and on over the years, going so far as to contact the National Military Personnel Records Center, but they could offer no help: Adolfo’s records had burned up in a 1973 fire that destroyed more than 16 million Army and Air Force personnel files.

Then, around 2013, Craig mentioned that she was working on becoming a certified genealogist and needed a project—something specific and preferably something in Massachusetts, where, unlike New Hampshire, birth and death records weren’t kept sealed. Adolfo seemed perfect.

Craig began by tracking down the register for the ship that brought Adolfo to America. The register listed his birthplace in a farming region of Italy. Then, from her desk at Dartmouth, she pored over digitized images of 19th-century Italian record books. Finally, she found Adolfo’s birth record and birthdate: Feb. 8, 1889.

But what Craig really wanted to find was his death certificate. Not sure where to look next, she posted to an online military history forum, where an expert in World War I history pointed her to a military base that trained engineers, Camp A.A. Humphreys, in Virginia. A search of Virginia death records confirmed it: Adolfo died at the Virginia training camp, far from home and far from the front lines, of a sickness that was one thing that the broken world had in common.

While Craig was searching genealogical records, she was also poring over the scientific literature on the flu, hoping to answer the question that was rising up in her mind: Why did it kill someone like Adolfo?

Soldiers parade in front of the Carnegie Building on Armistice Day, Nov. 11, 1918, wearing surgical masks to protect themselves from the Spanish flu.

Soldiers parade in front of the Carnegie Building on Armistice Day, Nov. 11, 1918, wearing surgical masks to protect themselves from the Spanish flu.

The Spanish Flu at Pomona

It was Nov. 11, 1918—Armistice Day. The global catastrophe that was World War I was finally over, and people everywhere were celebrating. But as soldiers paraded down College Avenue in Claremont, it wasn’t hard to see that the celebration was tempered by worry and caution. Every man in the parade was wearing a white surgical mask to protect himself from the scourge that was striking down the young and fit across the country.
But whether through luck or caution, the pandemic claimed only one life on the Pomona campus. A previously healthy young woman named Viola Minor Westergaard, the wife of Pomona faculty member Waldemar Westergaard, succumbed during the final throes of the epidemic, on Jan. 7, 1919. Viola’s parents later donated a collection of books and other items to Honnold-Mudd Library in her honor, including a bust of her face by artist Burt Johnson.
—Mark Wood

Bust of Viola Westergaard, the only victim of the Spanish flu on the Pomona campus

Bust of Viola Westergaard, the only victim of the Spanish flu on the Pomona campus

Flu viruses are always changing, accumulating small genetic mutations and, once in a while, making more radical shifts that constitute entirely new flu subtypes—not just variations on a theme but fresh, unfamiliar melodies. This year-to-year change explains why getting the flu this year doesn’t mean you’ll be protected against it next year. It also helps explain why older people are sometimes spared the worst of a flu that seriously sickens younger ones: Their immune systems remember similar strains that circulated decades ago and can mount some defense, even if it is an imperfect one.

For instance, some 80 percent of those who died from the 2009 “swine flu” pandemic were under 65—turning the expected mortality statistics for seasonal flus on their head. Why were younger people  w  likelier to get sick and die of swine flu? Researchers think that older people had been exposed to similar flus, including the 1918 flu, in the early 20th century, and therefore had some protection against the 2009 version.

Yet that can’t completely account for the 1918 flu’s W-shaped curve and the peculiar vulnerability of those who were born around 1889, like Adolfo. Craig’s search brought her to mathematician David Earn, who studies mathematical biology at McMaster University in Canada. Earn and his colleagues have explored the possibility that a person’s very first flu—the one he or she encounters as a baby—makes a more powerful impression on the immune system than any other. This hypothesis, called “antigenic imprinting,” goes back to the 1950s and offers an appealingly parsimonious explanation for the W-shaped curve. If it is correct, Earn wrote, it means that your risk of dying from the flu has everything to do with the biological “distance” between your first flu and the one you happen to be sick with right now.

 

IN THE FALL OF 1889, a new flu broke out in St. Petersburg, Russia. Quickly, the flu spread west. (It may have actually already made its way through India and Central Asia before being reported in Russia.) Though it wasn’t as deadly as the 1918 flu, the flu of 1889 and 1890 is recognized as the first pandemic of the connected world. Extensive railroads linked the countries of Europe, and the United States was less than a week away by boat. In just four months, the “Russian flu” had gone full circle around the world. Little Adolfo was probably exposed when the flu hit Italy in 1890; he was not yet one year old.

“If the hypothesis is correct, Adolfo’s immune system was imprinted by the pandemic of ’89–90,” says Craig. When the 1918 flu, which was presumably a different subtype, came along, his body tried to fight it off, but brought the wrong weapons: “His body was responding, but it was primed to respond to the other flu. It didn’t deal well with the flu that he encountered in 1918.”

Pandemic’s Progress

Maps prepared by Ruth Craig ’74 and colleagues James Adams and Stephen Gaughan show how the Spanish flu hopscotched through military bases to blanket the country in barely a month, from late August to the end of September.

To test this hypothesis, Alain Gagnon, a professor of demography at the University of Montreal, along with Earn and other colleagues, looked for similar mortality patterns in other flu pandemics. Their results suggest that the 1918 flu was not unique: People born near the time of the 1918 pandemic were likelier to die during a 1957 “Asian flu” pandemic, and people born during that outbreak, in turn, were at greater risk during the 2009 swine flu pandemic.

A study published in Science in 2016 gave new support to the imprinting hypothesis. In that study, researchers looked at flu infection data from China, Egypt, Cambodia, Indonesia, Thailand and Vietnam. They figured out the “first flus” for every birth year between 1918 and 2015 and then compared that data against flu illnesses and deaths for two different flu types. Just as the imprinting hypothesis predicted, people were more likely to get seriously ill or die from flu subtypes that were very different from their first flu.

These correlations are suggestive, but they aren’t conclusive, points out immunologist Matthew Miller, who collaborates with Gagnon and Earn at McMaster. “We see it in epidemiological data, but there’s still not a biological explanation of what’s causing that to happen.” And the epidemiological data still leave key questions open: Perhaps the critical flu exposure happens before a baby is even born, says Miller, when a pregnant woman is infected with flu, sapping her body of resources that would normally be directed to the developing fetus. Or perhaps being exposed to any virulent disease as a baby imparts a lifelong fragility, normally invisible, that makes a person more vulnerable to future illness of any kind. Miller and his colleagues are currently working on testing these ideas.

Yet Miller can sketch out a rough story of what might have happened to Adolfo and other young-adult victims of the 1918 flu, if the “first flu” imprinting hypothesis is correct. “People who were exposed to the 1890 virus would have made antibodies against that virus and T-cells against that virus,” says Miller, describing proteins and immune cells that fight off infections. When the 1918 flu came around, their bodies could have responded with a rush of antibodies and T-cells that “remembered” the earlier flu. But the defensive assault might backfire: The mismatched antibodies would be ineffective, and the T-cells could run riot, making the victim sicker and sicker.

There may be no single explanation for what made young people like Adolfo Sartini so vulnerable in 1918; imprinting probably combined with other factors to create a particularly deadly risk profile. After all, most people who got the 1918 flu, even those born around 1889 and 1890, recovered just fine.

But in Adolfo’s story, Craig sees the shadow of MCL1 and wonders: Did MCL1 help his immune cells “remember” the Russian flu, and did that memory make it harder for him to clear the lung infection that took his life? Did it help unleash a deadly cytokine storm?

To Dockrell, it’s plausible that, at a minimum, Adolfo’s childhood infection with Russian flu may have made him more susceptible to complications of Spanish flu. In fact, in still-unpublished research, Dockrell and his colleagues have found that the flu virus can dial up MCL1 in lung cells, possibly making them more vulnerable to bacterial infections like pneumonia.

“This is total speculation, but in my mind the immune imprinting hypothesis and the cytokine storm hypothesis are not mutually exclusive,” Craig says. “They could both have been at work in 1918.”

Whatever made the 1918 pandemic so deadly, one thing is clear: There will be a next time. And the more researchers know about what happened in 1918, the better prepared we will be to protect ourselves from future pandemics.

AFTER ADOLFO DIED IN VIRGINIA, his body was brought back to Boston, and he was buried at St. Michael Cemetery, a largely Italian cemetery about five miles south of downtown Boston and a few miles west of the Atlantic shoreline. On a chilly day in March, Craig and Bob met there and found Adolfo’s grave, which is packed close with others dated 1918: young children, elderly people, and many in the prime of life, like Adolfo.

A century later, memories of the 1918 flu are mostly like this—gravestones, fading certificates, old Army trunks. But among the headstones at St. Michael, Adolfo’s stands out. It is a granite cylinder carved with winding vines. At the top, it is cut rough. To Craig, it looks like a toppled column: a monument to a life built up and struck down. But the granite is surprisingly smooth, and the flowers she lays are fresh.

The story could begin again tomorrow.

Creating Answers

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Most of the research projects undertaken by students at Pomona, with the support of or in collaboration with faculty members, are of the kind known as “pure research”—that is, their aim is to add new knowledge to a field of study, not to pursue a specific application. Occasionally, however, those projects cross over into “applied research,” aimed at solving a specific problem in the real world. The following are illustrations of three such projects, all aimed at finding new solutions to problems in medicine or mental health.

Diagnosis by Breath

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For centuries, medical practitioners have been able to diagnose certain ailments simply by smelling the patient’s breath. That, says Professor of Chemistry Chuck Taylor, is due to volatile organic compounds (VOCs) that, when breathed out, provide an identifiable signature of the guilty pathogen. That’s what led Taylor to think about the problem of hospital-acquired pneumonia, which is particularly deadly among intubated patients. Would it be possible, he wondered, to create a diagnostic tool that uses those VOCs to detect infections—and to identify the specific bacteria involved—so that they can be treated in a timely fashion? Since then, Taylor and students in his lab have been hard at work creating the knowledge base for developing such a tool. Eric Garcia ’19 is one of the many students who, in recent years, have helped move this research project forward. Eric’s role has been to try to understand the properties of certain lens-coating polymers that also happen to be very good at absorbing airborne VOCs so that they can be released for testing. There’s a lot of work still to be done, but here’s how Taylor and his students hope it might eventually work:

A bacterium such as Staphylococcus aureus infects the lungs of an intubated patient and begins to release signature VOCs.A bacterium such as Staphylococcus aureus infects the lungs of an intubated patient and begins to release signature VOCs.

Some of those VOCs are trapped in a filter in the patient’s breathing line.
Some of those VOCs are trapped in a filter in the patient’s breathing line.

The filter is replaced daily and taken for testing.The filter is replaced daily and taken for testing.

The VOCs are released from the filter and tested in a Raman spectrometer, revealing the VOC signature for S. aureus.The VOCs are released from the filter and tested in a Raman spectrometer, revealing the VOC signature for S. aureus.

A doctor gives the patient an antibiotic known to be effective against the identified bacterial strain in time to save a life.A doctor gives the patient an antibiotic known to be effective against the identified bacterial strain in time to save a life.

Eric Garcia ’19 and Professor Chuck TaylorFrom left: Eric Garcia ’19 and Professor Chuck Taylor

Autism and Virtual Reality

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With a sister on the autism spectrum, neuroscience major Cynthia Nyongesa ’19 has a long-held interest in the widespread neurological condition, which affects the way a person interacts with the world. So when she read about the effectiveness of virtual reality (VR) therapy in a range of other conditions, she wondered if autism could be added to the list. Working with the Center for Autism and Neurodevelopmental Disorders in Santa Ana, California, and with the support of Neuroscience Professor Richard Lewis, she has developed a pilot study to find out. The advantage of VR therapy, Nyongesa says, is that its totally immersive environment can be used to simulate realistic scenarios that couldn’t be used in the real world. “Like going through airport security, for example,” she says. “You couldn’t physically take a subject through TSA—you couldn’t get approval for something like that—but you can simulate it in VR.” And to determine whether the therapy is working, she plans to use before-and-after brain scans to show whether key parts of the brain are more active. Here’s how the study might work:

The subject undergoes an evaluation, including brain imaging, to measure brain activity in key areas of the brain associated with autism.

The subject undergoes an evaluation, including brain imaging, to measure brain activity in key areas of the brain associated with autism.

Over the course of several sessions, the subject dons VR equipment programmed to provide an immersive, simulated experience.

Over the course of several sessions, the subject dons VR equipment programmed to provide an immersive, simulated experience.

Each VR experience requires the subject to interact in realistic situations that challenge the parts of the brain dealing with such functions as social interaction and emotion recognition.

Each VR experience requires the subject to interact in realistic situations that challenge the parts of the brain dealing with such functions as social interaction and emotion recognition.

A final brain scan, along with behavioral testing, measures whether the therapy has resulted in increased activity in those key areas of the brain.

A final brain scan, along with behavioral testing, measures whether the therapy has resulted in increased activity in those key areas of the brain.

Cynthia Nyongesa ’19 and Professor Richard LewisFrom Left: Cynthia Nyongesa ’19 and Professor Richard Lewis

Depression and Social Media

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Caroline Chou, a Claremont McKenna College senior completing her major in Pomona’s computer science program, knew she wanted to do her senior thesis on a subject that incorporated health and computer science. Based on prior research showing a connection between certain indicators in social media and an episode of depression, Chou wondered if she could use social media to create an app-based support tool for therapists, psychiatrists and other health professionals who are working with people suffering from depressive disorder. With the support of Pomona College Assistant Professor of Computer Science Alexandra Papoutsaki, Chou spent the last semester designing the various interfaces of an app that would, when completed, provide an analysis of public portions of a patient’s Twitter usage, giving the clinician a heads-up to possible depressive episodes. Here’s a fictitious scenario showing how it might work:

Dr. Kay recommends that his patient, Josie, use the app to analyze depression-related patterns in her Twitter usage.

Dr. Kay recommends that his patient, Josie, use the app to analyze depression-related patterns in her Twitter usage.

Dr. Kay logs in to look at the patient’s monthly report for January and sees a spike in depression-related indicators during the second week of the month.

Dr. Kay logs in to look at the patient’s monthly report for January and sees a spike in depression-related indicators during the second week of the month.

During Josie’s regular therapy session, Dr. Kay uses the report to jog the patient’s memory about significant events of that particular week.

During Josie’s regular therapy session, Dr. Kay uses the report to jog the patient’s memory about significant events of that particular week.

Josie tears up as she remembers that week, when her dog was seriously ill, and as a result, her therapy session becomes more productive.

Josie tears up as she remembers that week, when her dog was seriously ill, and as a result, her therapy session becomes more productive.

Professor Alexandra Papoutsaki and Caroline Chou (CMC ’19)From left: Professor Alexandra Papoutsaki and Caroline Chou (CMC ’19)

Where Claremont Meets Hollywood

Where Claremont Meets Hollywood

Where Claremont Meets HollywoodWANTED Lead Camera and Lights for a documentary-style film.”

“Congrats to Maximilian Zarou (PO ’99) on his upcoming TV appearance!”

“If anyone has a short or feature film they’d like to get into a festival, PM me.”

With nearly 2,000 members, the Claremont Entertainment & Media networking group’s Facebook page is a lively community of alumni of The Claremont Colleges who mostly either work in Hollywood or aspire to.

Founded in 2007 by a group that included actor Kelly Perine ’91, the network offers a clearinghouse for job openings, freelance gigs, congratulations and queries from alumni and current students of the seven Claremont campuses.

“I was on the ground floor of getting this puppy up and running, and after 10 years we’re on the brink of turning The Claremont Colleges into forces to be reckoned with, just like other universities that seem to have a stronghold on Tinseltown,” says Perine, who is currently appearing in Nickelodeon’s Knight Squad.

The Claremont Colleges have some Hollywood heavyweights in their corner, including Interstellar producer Lynda Obst ’72 and The Martian producer Aditya Sood ’97, who is also a Pomona trustee.

“What they’re doing is fantastic,” Sood says of the group, also known as CEM.

Before the last decade or so, students and alumni often discovered Claremont entertainment industry contacts either by digging hard or by accident, which is how Sood met his first show business contact, Greg McKnight ’90, now a partner at United Talent Agency. “I was a sophomore sitting in Honnold reading weekly Variety, the print paper,” Sood remembers. “All of a sudden this guy came up to me and said, ‘Oh, how long have they had that here?’ And I said, ‘Ever since I’ve been a student.’ And he said, ‘When I was a student here, I used to write letters to get [the library] to subscribe.’ Then he said, ‘Do you want to get lunch?’ and we did. We became really good friends and have crossed paths many, many times in business over the years.”

At the offices of Lynda Obst Productions on the Sony Pictures studio lot in Culver City, Obst’s right-hand woman is Katarina Hicks ’10, who reached out to Obst because of their Pomona connection and was hired as Obst’s creative executive. She since has been promoted to development executive. There are “tons of people my age in the ‘trenches’ making moves up the ladder,” says Hicks.

Obst proudly notes that one of her former Pomona interns, Justin Huang ’09, is now the head of development at Pearl Studio, the Shanghai-based animation studio formerly known as Oriental DreamWorks. Obst says the CEM group has grown “very strong,” and she continues to speak on the Claremont campuses and offer guidance to students and recent graduates.

“I have always responded to anyone from Pomona, and they’ve come to my office, and I’ve given them advice—but not when I’m in production,” Obst says. “Also, they’ve tended to be my smartest interns, because you know when you get a Pomona person, they can write English sentences; they can analyze scripts; they can speak well; they can think on their feet. I mean there’s just been a very consistently high quality.”

It is a competitive field, and a shared alma mater isn’t enough on its own. But Sood emphasizes the value of the preparation students receive at the 5Cs, as the Claremont undergraduate schools are known. “There’s a real literary component to what we do,” he says. “You’re reading books; you’re analyzing material; you have to have critical thinking and a lot of problem-solving in novel situations. I really think the liberal arts background is a perfect steppingstone for this kind of work.

“The advice I give every time I talk to students is something I didn’t really have but I think would have been great to have: Try to find the other people on campus who also want to do this, and get to know them now. Get to know them as students, because they will form the nucleus of your network that will last you throughout your entire career.”

Storytelling for Kids

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The Ethan I Was BeforeA storyteller from childhood and now an all-grown-up author, Ali Standish ’10 is writing children’s and middle-grade books that are being noticed by children and critics alike.

Her first book, The Ethan I Was Before, received a coveted starred review from Publishers Weekly: “Readers will be riveted.” Her debut was an award-winner, racking up accolades like the Children’s Book Review Best Book of the Year and the North Carolina Young People’s Literature Award, and landed on a slew of long-lists, including being named a Carnegie Medal Longlist Title.

August Isle, Standish’s second book published by HarperCollins, was released in April and is a work with themes of secrets and lies. A Junior Library Guild Selection, it was praised by Kirkus Reviews as “a beautifully written story. An emotional journey of family, friendship, loss, and healing.”

August IslePomona College Magazine’s Sneha Abraham talked to Standish about inspiration, imagination, what’s an absolute must in children’s literature and more.

PCM: So, why writing? What led you down this path?

Standish: You know, it’s hard to say that I chose writing. This sounds very cliché, but I think writing more so chose me, or at least storytelling did. A lot of my earliest memories are of making up stories about things. And from when I was really little, my mom and I would play storytelling games. So it’s always been something that I needed to do as a creative outlet. I wrote my first manuscript when I was in the sixth grade and have been writing ever since. When I was at Pomona, I was fortunate to be able to take some creative writing classes with [poet and former Pomona College Professor of English] Claudia Rankine, and it was wonderful. I also was able to do creative writing as part of my study-abroad curriculum in Cambridge.

Bad BellaI’ve just been doing it for really as long as I can remember. Then one of my really good friends, an important person in my life, passed away in fall of my senior year. And a big part of coping with that for me was writing my first children’s lit manuscript. I wrote a manuscript that was a very boilerplate, poorly written fantasy novel. And I was able to submit that as my final project for Children’s Literature 101. So senior year was when I really edged over into writing children’s literature.

PCM: Talk about why you moved into children’s literature.

Standish: Astrid Lindgren, who is the author of the Pippi Longstocking series, has this great quote about how she only wants to write for children because children are the only ones who can perform miracles when they read. That quote really resonates with me because I just have such powerful memories of being a reader as a child. And what a sacred experience that was for me and a formative experience. To be a part of creating that for another generation of children, I think, is probably the most rewarding thing that I can imagine doing.

PCM: Where do you get your ideas from?

Standish: I think every book that I’ve written so far has started with a kernel from my own life experience. With The Ethan I was Before, that book really started with the grief that I felt after losing the best friend that I mentioned earlier. With August Isle, it started with a trip to Indiana for a family funeral where I was reminded of a family secret that stoked some curiosity for me, and that I thought could potentially make a good book. Then with Bad Bella, that book is actually based on my own dog, Bella. The one I have coming out in the winter, called How to Disappear Completely, is actually about a girl who gets vitiligo, which is a condition that my husband was diagnosed with a couple of years ago.

It always starts with something from my life experience. Then it becomes a process of finding enough other inspiration in the world around me to take that seed of truth and turn it into a story that is not my story, that is something new and exciting. I was just working on my launch-party speech for August Isle, and I was comparing it to being a kid hunting for Easter eggs. It’s always that hunt of keeping your eyes out wherever you go and waiting for those interesting people to cross your path, or a news article that has something in it that you are  drawn to.

And then once you have those different kinds of sources of inspiration, it’s pulling them together and trying to find the connections between them. Because I think how you make the connections between the  different elements of your story is how you make your story unique. There’s no subject that hasn’t been written about; it’s how you write about it and what you connect it to that makes it interesting. So that’s the part  of the process that really is my favorite part, that gets my neurons really firing—thinking about how to bring things together in a  new way.

PCM: How do you feed your imagination? You’re looking for new ways of telling things. What do you do to stoke that fire?

Standish: I read—that’s the main thing. And then I have an overactive imagination. The positive manifestation of that is that I am quite easily able to take someone passing me on the street and create a story around them. The downside is that I have a lot of anxiety in things, and I think that is also a product of imagining different scenarios. Let’s see. I travel whenever I can. That is really helpful. In August Isle, there’s a character who is an old and wizened seafarer who has just come back from a long journey around the world. Being able to rely on what I’ve learned from being in different places is really helpful in that, and it’s cool to be able to introduce those places and different concepts to young readers.

PCM: What’s your favorite book or books from your childhood?

Standish: The two that I always go back to are Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis. I read both of those books in fifth grade, which was a really transformative and transitional year for me. They are interesting counterparts to one another because they’re both about children who find magic worlds. And in one they stumble into Narnia. But in Bridge to  Terabithia they create that world for themselves. That idea really intrigued me. I lived in kind of a rural place that had a little forest in the backyard, and I just decided that my backyard was going to be my magical kingdom and called it “Nabithia,” because I hadn’t learned a lot about originality at that point. I just took Narnia and Terabithia and stuck them together, and I brought that into our playing make-believe. I kept a diary in the hollow of a tree, where I would write down these different episodes that I created for myself. And that was a really foundational experience for me in learning how far I could stretch my imagination and what I could do with it.

PCM: Nature plays a big role in your writing. Can you talk a little bit about that?

Standish: Yes. I wrote The Ethan I Was  Before after my husband and I moved to England. I didn’t know anybody. I had no job prospects. I was very isolated. And I was really homesick and particularly homesick for the American South. So writing the  setting for The Ethan I Was Before—writing that town of Pam Knot, Georgia—was a  way for me to reconnect with a place that  I really missed.

Nature played a huge part in my imaginative journey. And I think we continue to learn about how important nature is in terms of development, in terms of mental health. I was just reading an article in The New York Times yesterday written by Oliver Sacks about the importance of gardens in helping patients that have neurological issues. Unfortunately, because of the way that society has moved, it’s harder and harder for kids to have meaningful interactions with nature on their own. So I think it’s more important that they get that through books. If they’re not getting it anywhere else, at least they can have it on a page.

PCM: Narnia is outdoors. You’ve been inspired by that.

Standish: Yeah. You think about spaces like the Forbidden Forest in Harry Potter and how alluring that is. And even going back to fairy tales, we have a fascination with forests and the secrets that can be found there. Een in an age where children don’t play outside as much, I think that fascination is very much in our DNA.

PCM: Something primal about it.

Standish: Yes, yes. And I also think it’s important for kids to develop a healthy appreciation of our Earth and to know how important it is to safeguard it. This is kind of off-topic, but I think we’re coming to a point where we know that this generation is going to be the one who’s either going to really create change and be able to be the ones who are going to force everybody else to save the planet, or they’re not. I think having that emphasis there and that exposure early on is vitally important.

PCM: What elements do you think a  children’s or middle-grade book has to  have to tell a story successfully?

Standish: I think the biggest thing is honesty. Kids that age are … they’re coming into themselves. They’re already looking back on their childhood with the sense of nostalgia but also suspicion. Because for most of them, if they’ve had healthy upbringings, they have been isolated and insulated from a lot of the harsher realities of life. And they’re really curious about those things. So my books tend to have heavier subject matter in them. Adults come up to me all the time and say, “Do you really think an eight-year-old or 10-year-old wants to read about this?” And my answer is emphatically, “Yes, they do,” because books are a safe place to learn about those kinds of topics, so what better place to introduce them.

Adventure is always going to be key for middle graders because as much as they may be growing up socially, I think a lot of them are still holding on to that quest kind of structure that they have probably read in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and Harry Potter and books like that. So I always try to mix issues that can be hard to talk about with a sense of adventure and humor and sometimes a little bit of magic that helps to lighten up that heavier stuff.

PCM: Kids can deal with more than we give them credit for.

Standish: Exactly. And, you know, they do with the internet and social media, the way they are; they’re always dealing with more than we know that they are.

PCM: How do you think your Pomona  education contributed to your taking this  literary path?

Standish: Pomona gave me everything that I needed to be able to take this path. Part of it was just being around so many people who were passionate about whatever it was they were doing. Even if it was something that didn’t seem like it could translate easily into a lucrative career path. And people who were unashamed about what they were passionate about. That made me feel like it was a safe place to explore my passions and to not put myself down for having an idea that I might one day be able to write professionally. I got a lot of encouragement from the faculty there in terms of my writing. I also got an occasional kick in the pants that I really needed.

My advisor was [Professor] Toni Clark, who passed away a couple of years ago. I will never forget the first class I took with her; I wrote an essay on Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse, where I looked at bird imagery. I typed it up and sent it off to her, and she gave me a C-minus. I was devastated and horrified. That was early on in my career at Pomona. I had a sense that it was confirming everything that my impostor syndrome had told me about—not being worthy of a Pomona education.

When I went in to see her to ask her what I could do better and to plead the case for extra credit, she told me that she had given me that grade because she knew from my contributions in class that I could do much better. And if I were another student, she might have given me a different grade, but she knew that I had it in me to do  more and she wanted to pull that out of  me. I am so thankful that she did that, because even though it was just a little paper and a small moment, it really made the difference in how I—I’m about to cry about it—it really made a difference in how I saw myself and my potential. That was a message that I didn’t get a lot in high school. Pomona gave me a lot of emotional and intellectual tools to be able to pursue this career path.

PCM: It’s touching to have someone see more in you than you see in yourself.

Standish: Exactly. And for a girl who came from Greensboro, North Carolina, to Pomona—my guidance counselor cried when I told her I got into Pomona. She said, “I don’t believe it.” So, when I came, I really was not sure if it was something that I could handle or a place that I belong. So especially for me to have that reassurance was really powerful.

PCM: What are you reading right now?

Standish: I am reading … nothing that’s going to look good, in fact. I would love to say I’m reading Tall Story. But no, I am reading an audio book by an Australian author I love called Liane Moriarty. She did Big Little Lies, which got turned into that HBO series. And then I’m reading a British mystery.

But I will say that’s not my usual fare. Usually my bedside table is stacked high with 10, 12-odd children’s books that I’m reading.

PCM: Do you alternate between children’s books and adult books? Or do you have a method of how you choose your books?

Standish: I try to. It’s important for me to see what’s out there in children’s books. Every time I open a book, I treat it as a learning experience. I always feel like I come away having learned something new about the craft of writing, whether it’s what to do or what not to do. Then when I need a break from children’s books, generally I tend toward hedonistic pleasures in the adult books. I go straight for the mysteries and The New York Times bestsellers.

PCM: Great. No shame in that.

Standish: Yeah, thank you.

PCM: No, no.

Standish: The English major in me does die a little inside.

How to Become Pomona’s Dean of Students

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Avis HinksonWhile Avis Hinkson was growing up in a Barbadian immigrant household in Brooklyn, she imagined a career in health care. Instead, her life’s work has been guiding college students, first as an admission officer, later as a director of advising and now as Pomona College’s dean of students. “I didn’t go to college thinking I would stay in college,” she says with a laugh. She tells students that “as a college student, you want to chart a career path, and I encourage you to do that. But I also encourage you to be open to the right and left turns that sometimes take place, because they can lead you to wonderful career spots that you couldn’t have possibly imagined.”

1Absorb the lesson while growing up in a culturally rich neighborhood that education is the path to a better life. Watch your mother, a seamstress, graduate from college in her 50s after going to work as a teacher assistant.

2Go along with a high school friend to meet a recruiter from Barnard College. Be impressed that the recruiter is African American, and with the help of financial aid (Barnard costs more than your father makes in a year’s work as a mason), become one of about 25 Black students in a class of 500.

3Bump into Barnard student Vernā Myers on your way to the career center to pick a work-study job as a first-year student. Heed the advice of the future Netflix vice president when she suggests a job in the admissions office. Create Barnard’s first overnight-visit program for prospective students of color.

4Listen to Barnard senior Marcia Sells (a future dean of students at Harvard Law School) when she encourages you to run for the student seat on the Board of Trustees. Take part in the decision that Barnard will remain a women’s college instead of merging with Columbia.

5After graduation, become an admissions counselor at Bowdoin, establishing minority recruitment programs there. Decide on a career in higher ed instead of health care, later earning an M.A. in student personnel administration from Columbia University’s Teachers College and an Ed.D. from Penn.

6Establish minority recruitment programs at Cornell before coming to Pomona in 1990 as asso­ciate dean of admissions. Contribute to Pomona’s minority recruitment plan before moving on to become director of minority recruitment at the University of Southern California.

7As director of advising for more than 18,000 undergraduates in the College of Letters and Sciences of the University of California, Berkeley, get an eye-opening look at the bureaucracy of a large public university. While furloughed amid a California budget crisis, remember the allure of small liberal arts colleges.

8Go home again and call your 96-year-old father to tell him you’ve been named as Barnard’s first African American dean of the college. Feel grateful that a man who felt most comfortable talking with the public safety officers and janitors when visiting campus lived to see it.

9Go home again (again). Leave behind your newly renovated childhood home in Brooklyn and return to Pomona as you are drawn back to the campus where G. Gabrielle Starr has recently become Pomona’s 10th president, the first woman and first African American to lead the campus.

10Discover that April Mayes ’94 is now a professor of history at Pomona, and Nate Kirtman III ’92 is on the Board of Trustees. (Both were student workers in admissions when you worked at the College before.) Know that the seeds you planted have helped make Pomona one of the most diverse private residential liberal arts colleges in the country.