CHRISTOPHER BOWMAN, THE LATE GENIUS SKATER

CHRISTOPHER BOWMAN

Christopher Bowman (1967-2008) was a flamboyant, profoundly talented figure skater from Southern California who blazed bright, burned out fast, and died young.

He was known during his brief career as Bowman the Showman. His drinking, drug use, and erratic, unpredictable behavior infuriated and perplexed his coaches, family and fans.

His left bicep bore a tattoo of a pitchfork-brandishing red devil with the caption: “Nobody’s perfect.”

And to watch him, even on grainy 80s Youtube videos, is to be transported.

Born in Hollywood to parents Joyce and Nelson Bowman, he was a professional model as a baby and did commercials and TV shows as a child.

He won the World Junior Championships at the age of 15. He was a two-time U.S. National Champion and a two-time World Medalist (silver in 1989, bronze in 1990). He won 7th place in the 1988 Olympic Winter Games and 4th place in 1992.

You don’t have to know anything about professional skating to grin the second he comes onto the ice. You don’t have to be a judge to know that his insouciant joy, his wild-card choreography, and his courage were in a class to themselves.

He flirted, blew kisses, swiveled his hips, mugged—and somehow got away with it. He made a triple lutz-triple toe loop look like the result of a care-free afternoon’s work. Even skating to the cheesy “Wooly Bully” by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs at the 1989 World’s Exhibition, he was indescribably charismatic.

At the 1990 U.S. championships he botched two jump combinations and improvised the last two minutes of his long program, which in the skating world is apparently unheard of. He explained afterwards: “I had an attack, a strategy, the heart, soul and aggressiveness to challenge.” He won the bronze but he and Frank Carroll, his coach of 18 years, parted ways as a result.

His counterparts were perhaps not so much skaters as bullfighters, tightrope-walkers, the gypsy flamenco dancer Carmen Amaya, of whom blogger KeriLynn Engel writes: ‘In Spanish culture and especially in Flamenco there is a word called duende, usually translated as spirit, soul, or fire. It is a difficult concept to translate but it is meant to convey the heart, soul, and emotion of flamenco. Different styles of flamenco dancing convey different emotions, but they all have duende. As a folk music, flamenco embodies the hopes, joys, and sorrows of the Romani people, and expressing this in dance is duende.”

Meanwhile, Bowman’s personal life was a mess. In “Inside Edge: A Revealing Journey Into the Secret World of Figure Skating” by Christine Brennan, the chapter on Bowman is entitled, “The Great Wasted Talent.” Toller Cranston, the former skater who briefly coached Bowman—and very unwisely allowed him to move into his Toronto apartment—entitles his relevant chapter “The Electric Chair.” Bowman later admitted that from 1987 to 1992, he had a $950 a day cocaine habit.

In 1992, he retired from competition. He skated, briefly, for the Ice Capades. He gained weight. He became homeless, cleaned up, got married and fathered a daughter, started coaching, first in Massachusetts, then Detroit. On an “Inside Edition” episode aired in 1998, he spoke of the women, the drugs, the arrests. “I want to have a good time. I want to be the Hans Brinker from Hell. But I don’t want to wind up dead.”

He was found in a North Hills Budget Inn on January 10, 2008, gone at the age of 40 from what was ruled an accidental drug overdose.

I don’t subscribe to the notion that drugs fuel creativity. For the addict, they dull creativity and eventually, one way or the other, snuff out the soul. But I do think that the artist, the athlete, and the addict are alike driven by a hunger for transcendence.

Perhaps that is why so many outsize talents in music, art, and sports die so young. Perhaps such charisma, such duende, such hunger, are too much for certain mere mortals to contain.

Upon hearing of Bowman’s death, former coach Frank Carroll observed: “It’s such a helpless feeling, when everything you think you’ve done has done nothing in the long run.”

But to say that just because Bowman died young he was also a “wasted” talent—and that the efforts of those who loved him amounted to nothing in the long run—that I can’t subscribe to either.

To watch his program in, say, the 1989 U.S. Championships, Men’s Free Skate, especially knowing of his inner struggles at the time, is to witness humanity at its near best. .

That’s not to romanticize bad behavior or addiction. It’s to acknowledge that Christopher Bowman paid the price. It’s to thank him, and all who supported him, for what he achieved: a little Epiphany of a star eternally shooting, twirling, jumping, across the skating field of the cosmos.

One Reply to “CHRISTOPHER BOWMAN, THE LATE GENIUS SKATER”

  1. Here is a treat for you, Heather. The most talented pairs skaters of all time.. truly amazing and no one has ever compared to them! The lift at the 8:20 mark~ o my heart.
    Rose
    http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x78i4_g-g-a-lifetime-of-magic_news

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