PRESENTING LOCAL AUTHOR
U. R. BOWIE
LECTURE – READING – BOOK SIGNING
Are you interested in:
· Creative writing and literary fiction?
· Promoting gun education, safety and legislation?
· The challenges of youth in the 21st century?
· Meeting a prolific author with an extensive career in both America and Russia?
Bowie’s novella OWN is a cautionary tale exhibiting strong creative writing skills with a dramatic and provocative story about a mass shooting in Georgia. Come learn about the OWN Mission and the many works of U. R. Bowie, a 1962 UF graduate, now living back in Gainesville with many tales to tell!
Thursday October 15 at the Millhopper Library
Room A – 7:15-8:15
Dr. Robert Bowie, (pen name U. R.) was raised in Central Florida and after graduating from UF studied Russian in the U.S. Army at the Defense Language Institute. He then earned an M.A. at Tulane University and a Ph.D. at Vanderbilt University. For thirty years (1970-2000) he taught Russian language, literature and culture at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio. He has taught in Russia, taken many student groups there and has worked as a consultant for American business on Russian mentalities.
Part One—A Medley of Bits and Pieces from:
“Such Is the Scent of Our Sweet Opalescence” (unpublished short story)
“The Day Arnold Arms Met the Lord God Jehovah” (published in the short story collection, Anyway, Anyways; also available as read by the author in the audiobook for Own)
The Tale of the Bastard Feverfew (a novel about a prison riot in Ohio, leavened with passages from folklore and mythology on the theme of Departure—Initiation—Return. Presses are rolling at the moment we speak, printing this novel (332pp).
Part Two—Reading from and discussion of the novella –
Own: The Sad and Like-Wike Weepy Tale of Wittle Elkie Selph
(A Cautionary Tale)
Author reads from Own in the voice of Own
The issue of school shootings and problems of youth in the twenty-first century.
Question and answer session
FROM THE BACK COVER OF OWN:
My name’s Elkin (Own) Selph, from Tocotano, GA. I love Georgie–what’s not to love? Not nobody caint not love the good sod-off Blue Ridge Mountains of NE Georgie.
Thang is, doe, I ain’t but wah-plac fifteen, and I got me like-wike real horrowshow woman problems. Now why did a ding-blinn Glock handgun get into the dits-blitz picture?
So here sets ole Own, all on his ownsome-lonesome, in a dark school cafeteria. Surrounded by scads of like-wike blinn-dead classmates.
BAM BAM BAM BAM.
Quid nunc? NOW WHAT?