


When Liz Blackburn, who won a Nobel Prize for her work in genetics, took questions, Goldie Hawn, regal on a comfy sofa, purred, “I have a question about the mitochondria. The venture capitalists were keeping slim to maintain their imposing vitality, the scientists were keeping slim because they’d read-and in some cases done-the research on caloric restriction, and the Hollywood stars were keeping slim because of course.

Understandably, then, the Moroccan phyllo chicken puffs weren’t going fast. When the symposium’s first speaker asked how many people there wanted to live to two hundred, if they could remain healthy, almost every hand went up. On a velvety March evening in Mandeville Canyon, high above the rest of Los Angeles, Norman Lear’s living room was jammed with powerful people eager to learn the secrets of longevity.
