There were so many interesting sidelights to the story of the Australian scientists who won the Nobel Prize for medicine
last week. The most obvious, of course, was that the wackier of the two tested their ground-breaking discovery--that stomach ulcers were caused by a previously unknown bacteria, Helicobacter pylori--
by actually drinking the stuff. It messed him up good: Next time put a head on it: Artist's conception of Australian scientist Barry Marshall seconds after drinking a frosty mug of Helicobacter Pylori.
Less obvious was the scientists' corollary debunking of a couple of powerful 60s memes: that of the driven New Yorker--the adman
, the scriptwriter
, the creative, hurry-up, let's-run-it-up-the-flagpole-and-see-whose-pants-fall-down
type; and of his near-opposite, the corporate apparatchik
, for both of whom smoking and drinking and stress inevitably led to that most with-it of the wages of sin, the peptic ulcer.
But it was just a bug, eminently treatable with antibiotics, after all.
The really amazing (and beautiful) aspect of the story is the wealth of insights that have stemmed directly from the discovery of H. pylori. A few NYT
articles give an idea:How the bacteria lives in drinking water; How it was fingered as the cause of virtually all stomach cancers; How it became one of the first bacteria to have its genetic code sequenced; How it contributed to the discovery of the wonders of broccoli; And finally, how it illustrated the fact that decades can pass between important scientific discoveries and their recognition by other scientists. Not bad.
Update: Damn, I always forget the trivia: What movie is the purported likeness of Barry Marshall taken from?
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