Different Slants

Seeing the World from a New Angle

The Last Time I Saw Paris

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 10:37 pm on Friday, September 16, 2022

by Robert M. Katzman © September 16, 2022

By January 1992, I knew the end of my independent travel/foreign language bookstore was soon to be a certainty. The giant chains were rampaging across America: Borders. Barnes and Noble and Super Crown. My store was located in what is now, publicly at least, called BoysTown or the gay district in Chicago. Like in most cities across the country, usually the most interesting part of any city in terms of theater, bookstores, restaurants and other places with an intellectual flavor.

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Married and Buried, Period

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 9:06 am on Sunday, September 4, 2022

by Robert M. Katzman © September 4, 2022

A Bob and Nancy story from their upcoming book:

Bob’s ‘Eve’ Odyssey: His Search for Nancy

We first began to look for a wedding planner in Racine, mistakenly thinking that small town Racine had small town prices in it for wedding planners. We weren’t certain we could do whatever we were gonna do without some professional help. Of course, as we soon learned, the State must be fed first before mere people can get married. 

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When the Dragon Roared in the Arab Quarter of Barcelona                                                                                           

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 7:16 am on Wednesday, August 24, 2022

by Robert M. Katzman © August 23, 2022

This story has its roots in 1955 and deals with the never-expected consequences of child abuse through the decades of one man’s life. Most people go from day to day, live their lives and hope for the best. But not everyone. Children who have been severely beaten when helpless often grow up to follow the same pattern with their husbands/wives or children and continue the chaos for another generation or two. Other people seek comfort in drugs and the company of people who live violent lives as a way of coping, (or not coping) with what happened to them long ago. Difficult to put a band-aid on the horrors of one’s past – pat it on its head and say,

”There, there, child… everything will be all right.”

No, everything won’t be alright.

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Joy’s Last Couch: Slashed and Burned Lighting Up the Night Sky in Farewell

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 9:29 am on Tuesday, August 16, 2022

by Robert M. Katzman © August 16, 2022


Enormous, lumpy and immovable

Seven feet of pain

A monolith in my basement

The damned Black Couch

Where my dying wife lay

For months watching TV

Pumping morphine

Every ten minutes


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Richard Boyajian, My Armenian Friend, A Classic Teacher and Inoculating Baby Chicks                        

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 7:36 pm on Tuesday, August 9, 2022

by Robert M. Katzman © December 28, 2021

(This story – about a very odd moment in time – was originally published in 2008 in my book, Fighting Words Vol 4, as a response to an email from Richard Boyajian’s daughter Holly, about a story I wrote on improving the relationship between Turkey and Armenia. She answered what I wrote online without knowing me or that I was a student of her father, Richard, when I was in high school at the University of Chicago Laboratory School in 1964-8. 

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Domestic Advice…from the Chicago Syndicate

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 7:37 pm on Wednesday, July 27, 2022

by Robert M. Katzman © July 27, 2022

(This conversation actually happened, when I was in a desperate situation and needed some unusual assistance. No laws were broken, but it was easily the most terrifying conversation I ever had in my life, long, long ago)

The older man then looked at me, right into my eyes, and he said

“It is good when a son shows respect to his Mother 

Your Mother says you are good to her  

Is that so?”

I nodded  


“Do you call her, make sure she has everything she needs?”

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