<p>from Interview, August 1987 by Kevin Sessums:</p><p>&nbsp; &nbsp;&ldquo;There&rsquo;s a creature known in the South as a feist dog. Little. Scraggly. High-strung. You know where one lives by a backyard full of barks. The thing&rsquo;ll take on a German shepard&mdash;shit, the whole German army&mdash;if it thinks its territory is being threatened. But it likes kids too. And it likes the feel of a hand on its underbelly.<br />
&nbsp; &nbsp;Playwright and screenwriter Alan Bowne, whose work concerns the scraggly underbelly of life itself, has the friendly tenacity of one of those tight-tailed mutts&hellip;<br />
&nbsp; &nbsp;Bowne didn&rsquo;t start writing until he was 35. Before that? `I bummed around. Drug dealer. Movie extra. Junkie&hellip;&rsquo;<br />
&nbsp; &nbsp;&hellip;he begins to growl away at a number of subjects. &hellip;Love:<br />
&nbsp; &nbsp;`Living without love is death itself. If you have love in your life&mdash;the true thing&mdash;then you&rsquo;ve got everything.&rsquo;&rdquo;</p><p>And that is what Alan Bowne&rsquo;s great plays&mdash;BEIRUT, SHARON AND BILLY&mdash;are about.</p><p>THE LITTLE MONSTERS tells the story of, in the author&rsquo;s words:&nbsp; Maurice, a bald myopic WASP in his late 50s; Kip, a slight plain scruffy male in his late teens, of Irish extraction; 3-Yard, a coarse handsome well-built male in his late teens, of Italian extraction; and Gooey, a plump flashy Jewish female in her late teens&mdash;a hitter.</p>