Putting aside his doubts, Schultz typed a letter detailing what it would cost to keep Kawaoka, and, critically, what it would cost to lose him. On his way out of town to attend a conference, he hand-delivered it to the chancellor’s office in Bascom Hall.
What came next was a tense game of administrative maneuvering that, while largely unseen, involved the highest levels of university administration, reached the desk of Wisconsin’s governor, and enticed the university’s patent agency to put $6 million of its own money on the table. It would consume Schultz and dozens of others for more than a year, this back-and-forth. And it all happened
because of a virus, a looming health threat, and a quietly luminous scientist whom everyone knows as Yoshi.
Somewhere above the Pacific Ocean, he sits in the darkened cabin of a jumbo jetliner, intently awake. It is night, and all around him passengers nod off in the fitful slumber of long-distance travel. But Yoshi Kawaoka is not one to sleep on planes. Sleep takes time, and there is so little time as it is.
Trim and angular, with a goatee that wavers between full and artfully scruffy, Kawaoka is one of those rare people born with the capacity to be supernaturally alert. He rarely eats much, and he often sleeps only three or four hours a night, all while maintaining a lifestyle that most people would find ruthlessly taxing. He manages two laboratories — one at UW-Madison, the other in his native Japan, at the University of Tokyo’s prestigious Institute of Medical Science — and travels between them at least once a month. Along the way, he fits in a murderous schedule of international conferences and collaborations. His usual itinerary reads like a once-in-alifetime journey: Stockholm, Geneva, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Hanoi — except he’s often in these places for only one day, usually camped out in some conference site or government office.