SAN FRANCISCO -- Across the mahogany-paneled lobby, up the elevator to the 15th floor, the door opens into the world of Carl Djerassi, the renowned inventor of the birth control pill, who is now trying to make his mark as a novelist.
As the owner of both the sumptuous apartments on the floor, Djerassi has taken command of the entryway and created a stunner: Walls and ceiling are cobalt blue, studded with symbols that pay tribute to his life and loves. Painted like a constellation is the chemical structure of the oral contraceptive. Sprawled across a door is a line from a Wallace Stevens poem. But most telling is the German quotation by Paul Klee. In translation it reads: "The time ticks and ticks, and the pen is already dipped in the ink."
Djerassi, an elegant, white-haired 73, recites the Klee quote and smiles. "The ticking of time is my preoccupation," he says. A star in the scientific community, he will be satisfied with nothing less in the literary arena, and time is ticking away.
"I'm very ambitious," he says in a German accent that reveals his upbringing in Vienna, Austria, before he came to the United States at age 15. "I want to become a significant novelist, someone whose books will be around."
Djerassi, of course, is already a significant chemist, whose work on the birth control pill earned him the National Medal of Science in 1973. And he's a rich man, too, having made a great deal of money from his work as former president of Syntex Research and founder of Zoecon, now a subsidiary of Sandoz Ltd.
He began writing as an act of revenge. After a six-year relationship with the esteemed poet and biographer Diane Middlebrook, she telephoned him from her sabbatical at Harvard and told him she was in love with another man, he says.
"I was unbelievably resentful," he says, seated on a black leather couch overlooking San Francisco Bay, one leg outstretched on an ottoman, stiff from a knee fusion operation. Around the spacious room decorated with sleek, modern leather furniture are framed works from his Paul Klee collection.
Without a flinch of modesty, Djerassi says he considered himself a great catch for Middlebrook. How great? In a passage of his new novel, "Marx, Deceased" (University of Georgia Press, $21.95), an autobiographical character named Nicholas Kahnweiler is described adoringly: "How can one man be a feminist, a great lover, a renowned scientist, a wealthy man with a strong sense of noblesse oblige, an oenophile, a reasonable cook (by the end), literate, an art collector, a poet and budding novelist, a man of exquisite taste and master of the perfect gesture, all at once?"
Middlebrook's rejection of him left him incredulous. His first response was "an absolute explosion of poetry," he says. Then he began to write a novel. "It was a typical male response to try to avenge yourself on your ex-lover's turf," he says. "It was absurd. She is in literature what I am in chemistry."
A year after their separation, Middlebrook sent him flowers and a note asking if they could talk. In response, he sent his novel, titled "Middles," a bitter account of their relationship. "It was devoid of humor," he says.
"She was flabbergasted," he recalls. They reunited and married; he agreed never to publish the book. Shortly thereafter, he was diagnosed with colon cancer. The year was 1985, and he was 62. He'd won the National Medal of Science, been inducted in the National Inventors Hall of Fame, become wealthy through work in industry and continued working as a professor of chemistry at Stanford University. It wasn't enough. He felt driven to write.
"I wanted to lead one more life," says Djerassi, whose cancer was cured. "I've found it to be a spectacularly rejuvenating experience."
The two worlds of science and fiction were not as different as he supposed. "As a fiction writer you can make up things if you want to, and as a scientist you're not supposed to make up anything," he says. "And yet I think neither one of these statements is completely true."
In science, he says, papers are written as if each experiment led naturally to the next and then to the conclusion. Left out are detours and mistakes. The result, he says, is something less than the truth. "In fiction, where you can make up anything, in fact you usually tell the truth," he says. "It's the one place you can tell the truth without any shame because you think you're hiding it."
He set out to write about how science is conducted. While scientist-authors such as Carl Sagan have successfully translated scientific concepts to the general public, Djerassi says he is more interested in the culture and behavior of scientists.
"It's a very tribal culture, and only someone inside the tribe can describe it," he says.