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Rats: Observations on the History and Habitat of the City's Most Unwanted Inhabitants

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by Robert Sullivan

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The New York Times bestseller, now available in paperback with an all-new afterword by the author.

Love them or loathe them, rats are here to stay-they are city dwellers as much as (or more than) we are, surviving on the effluvia of our society. In Rats, the critically acclaimed bestseller, Robert Sullivan spends a year investigating a rat-infested alley just a


The New York Times bestseller, now available in paperback with an all-new afterword by the author.

Love them or loathe them, rats are here to stay-they are city dwellers as much as (or more than) we are, surviving on the effluvia of our society. In Rats, the critically acclaimed bestseller, Robert Sullivan spends a year investigating a rat-infested alley just a few blocks away from Wall Street. Sullivan gets to know not just the beast but its friends and foes: the exterminators, the sanitation workers, the agitators and activists who have played their part in the centuries-old war between human city dweller and wild city rat. Sullivan looks deep into the largely unrecorded history of the city and its masses-its herds-of-rats-like mob. Funny, wise, sometimes disgusting but always compulsively readable, Rats earns its unlikely place alongside the great classics of nature writing.

Editorial Reviews

Boston Globe
"… a rollicking, richly drawn history…[he] offers up a parade of eccentric characters who deserve to be in the movies."
New York Times
Engaging…a lively, informative compendium of facts, theories, and musings."

— Michiko Kakutani

Vanity Fair
Washington Post
Immensely lively, enjoyable, learned, witty and yes, appealing."

— Philip Lopate

Village Voice
"Hugely entertaining."
New York magazine
"[Approaches] his fleet-footed, fast-food-loving quarry with a naturalist's curiosity and a storyteller's fluency."
"Improbably enchanting... a funny, rodent-centered mélange of natural and urban history."
New York Post
"The author excels at fluid and witty prose."
New York Times Book Review
"An urban Thoreau…"
New York Observer
"Sullivan persuasively associates the 'truth' he learns about rats with a deeper understanding of both the history of New York City and the essence of mankind."
Entertainment Weekly
Chicago Sun-Times
"Rats will both entertain and edify you about a part of the world you never thought much about."
"Sullivan beguiles us with remarkable tales about an inexhaustible topic."
"Who knew a book about one of nature's most reviled creatures could make such great bedside reading?"
New York Times - Michiko Kakutani
"Engaging…a lively, informative compendium of facts, theories, and musings."
Washington Post - Philip Lopate
"Immensely lively, enjoyable, learned, witty and yes, appealing."
Phillip Lopate
Few subjects would seem less immediately appealing to the general reader than rats. So all the more credit must go to Robert Sullivan, who has written an immensely lively, enjoyable, learned, witty and, yes, appealing book on these damnable creatures. Readers acquainted with Sullivan's previous triumph, The Meadowlands, about a New Jersey dump-swamp-wilderness, will anticipate this author's ability to take an unprepossessing terrain and expose its hidden dimensions, through ever-widening circles of expertise, paradox and wonderment. He has set up his shop at the intersection of science and belles-lettres, nature reporting and urbanism, and manages it all beautifully.
The Washington Post
The New York Times
Robert Sullivan sees the rat as much more than a pest. For him, the rat is the New Yorker par excellence, the plucky immigrant who set foot in Manhattan just about the time of the American Revolution and, by guile and persistence, put down roots and prospered. The rat is also, for those who care to look closely enough, a living map of the city, so tightly integrated into the local environment that to know one is to know the other. Early on, Sullivan goes so far as to call the rat ''our mirror species,'' a faithful follower that turns up wherever humans pitch their tents and toss out their garbage. — William Grimes
The New Yorker
For a year, Sullivan made pilgrimages to a “filth-slicked little alley” near City Hall to observe rats in their natural habitat. He also trolled libraries for rat lore and interviewed exterminators, biologists, politicians, and ordinary citizens about the timeless struggle against New York’s “most unwanted inhabitants.” The logic behind his peregrinations is often elusive, but the result is a wealth of satisfying information: rats like raw beef, but they like macaroni-and-cheese even more; bringing a rat to court is an effective way to make a point about poor housing conditions; there are more plague-infected rodents in North America today than there were in Europe at the time of the Black Death. Sullivan never falls in love with his subject the way he did in his book on the Meadowlands—rats are rats, after all—but he does persuade us that rats are “our mirror species, reversed but similar, thriving or suffering in the very cities where we do the same.”
Publishers Weekly
In this excellent narrative, Sullivan uses the brown rat as the vehicle for a labyrinthine history of the Big Apple. After pointing out a host of facts about rats that are sure to make you start itching ("if you are in New York... you are within close proximity to one or more rats having sex"), Sullivan quickly focuses in on the rat's seemingly inexhaustible number of connections to mankind. Observing a group of rats in a New York City alley, just blocks from a pre-September 11 World Trade Center, leads Sullivan into a timeless world that has more twists than Manhattan's rat-friendly underbelly. Conversations and field studies with "pest control technicians" spirit him back to 1960s Harlem, when rat infestations played a part in the Civil Rights movement and the creation of tenants' organizations. Researching the names of the streets and landmarks near the rats' homes, Sullivan is led even deeper into the city's history till he is back to the 19th century, when the real gangs of New York were the packs of rats that overran the city's bustling docks. Like any true New Yorker, Sullivan is able to convey simultaneously the feelings of disgust and awe that most city dwellers have for the scurrying masses that live among them. These feelings, coupled with his ability to literally and figuratively insert himself into the company of his hairy neighbors, help to personalize the myriad of topics-urban renewal, labor strikes, congressional bills, disease control, September 11-that rats have nosed their way into over the years. This book is a must pickup for every city dweller, even if you'll feel like you need to wash your hands when you put it down. (Apr.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
There is a tiny crooked alley in downtown Manhattan that is never lit by the sun. The cobblestones shimmer with the slime of grease, the air is perfumed by urine, and the main adornments are the bags of trash that line the unforgiving walls. Yet after finishing this book, the reader is likely to feel a curious fondness for the place. It is here that author Sullivan spent his nights during his one-year intensive study of rat behavior. Sullivan has an excellent sense of narrative, blending interesting anecdotes and snippets of history in such an engaging way that it really is hard to put down the book. The result is a fascinating account that is much bigger than the title implies, taking the reader from the days of the Black Death in Europe to the weeks following the destruction of the World Trade Center. Consider, for example, that after the explosion of the WTC, the immediate evacuation of the area resulted in unattended lunch buffets, delis, and fast-food restaurants. By the time pest control workers were allowed in the area, the rats had spent weeks feasting and multiplying. While volunteer firefighters received their well-earned share of media attention, few heard about the hundreds of volunteers who worked to combat the subsequent rat problem. By the end of the book, the reader will probably not have lost any sense of revulsion for the rat species but will certainly feel that the literary excursion was well worth the effort. Sullivan's narrative would be excellent supplemental reading for high school biology, history, or English classes. VOYA CODES: 5Q 4P S A/YA (Hard to imagine it being any better written; Broad general YA appeal; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12;Adult-marketed book recommended for Young Adults). 2004, Bloomsbury, 242p., Ages 15 to Adult.
—Diane Emge
Library Journal
Though the title may give readers pause, this unusual book is highly enjoyable. Sullivan, a New Yorker and author of another fascinating urban natural history, The Meadowlands, became interested in rats when he saw an Audubon painting featuring a rodent and learned that the artist was a New Yorker in his final years. After spending a year (spring 2001 to spring 2002) observing some rats in one Manhattan alley, mostly at night, he reports his observations here. These are augmented by conversations with exterminators, health officers, and scientists, as well as material on the origin of rats and how they spread to Europe and the United States. Sullivan also throws in juicy tidbits on garbage, extermination, the plague, and what rats eat. Students of New York social history will also enjoy Sullivan's inclusions of pertinent sections on rent strikes, the founding of the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, the battle to outlaw rat fights, and more. Well written and fun to read, this book has only one drawback: a lack of more detailed information on rat biology. Recommended for all natural history and large urban collections.-Michael D. Cramer, Schwarz BioSciences, RTP, NC Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-Sullivan's narration reads like a monologue by a charming and witty party guest, albeit his topic is the city rat. No fact is too minute or detail too obscure. In his research, the author consulted many "rat experts," including a New York exterminator who shared the lower Manhattan alley that became the location for his observations. Tales of rats' run-ins with humans include a particularly disturbing one about a woman who was "attacked" by the rodents near his observation place. One chapter is dedicated to the Irish immigrant who hosted rat fights in his bar in the 1840s. Each of these tales is filled with digressions-the history of some of the buildings in the alley, the founding of the SPCA. The greatest digression occurs with regard to the World Trade Center catastrophe. Because Sullivan's alley was so close to the scene, his observations were necessarily interrupted, and when he returned, of course things had changed. But so singular is his vision that even this disaster is put into a rat context-how exterminators were on the job, how the subject of rats was unmentionable in discussions about disaster cleanup, even though his observations showed that rats were plentiful. This creative writer has taken on a seemingly unappealing subject and turned it into a top-notch page-turner.-Jamie Watson, Harford County Public Library, MD Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A skillful nature writer goes on rat patrol and records a year with vermin. In his journal of a rat year, Sullivan (A Whale Hunt, 2000, etc.) deduces that the rat is a permanent companion to humans, living where mankind lives, eating what mankind eats. (He provides a menu of Rodentia's favorite and least liked foods). Alley rats, sewer rats, toilet rats-all those urban Norway rats-live in every big city in America. And, right now, if they're not eating, they're copulating. Often a foot long before the tail, these nasty city slickers dig their nests with separate bolt-holes for quick escapes. Contemplating such rat lore nightly in an alley not far from the World Trade Center, Sullivan finds much to chew on. Inevitably, there's the Black Death and how it ravaged medieval Europe, but there was also plague in California a century ago. That leads to some history of germ warfare, a garbage strike, rat-baiting in Old New York, and a story of the colonial Liberty Boys. Sullivan studies publications like Pest Control Technology as well as historical texts. He salutes famous rat-catchers while he hangs out with the rodent's natural predators: exterminators. He travels out of town to consort with the foremost minds of pest control. He follows the Sisyphean pros with the enthusiasm of a cub police reporter as they wrestle to draw rat blood from their prey. Eventually, he traps a rat himself. He comes to recognize one old rodent, and he surely cut a curious figure running beside a dashing rat to clock its speed. After September 11, Sullivan returned to his alley to find that the vermin fared well. Taken with the wisdom of the exterminators, absorbed in ratological study, our writer seems to believe,finally, we are like rats, rats are like us. Sullivan tells all, writing, in prose worthy of Joseph Mitchell, a sort of "Up in the Old Rat Hole": skittering, scurrying, terrific natural history. First serial to the New York Times Magazine
From the Publisher

“Provocative, audacious...by looking observantly, without trite moralizing, at the natural world...this book suggests a challenging new model for how we ought to pay attention.” —New York Times Book Review on The Meadowlands

“A fine, intrepid work of reporting that finds revelations...The Meadowlands is funny, interesting, surprising and bizarre.” —Ian Frazier on The Meadowlands

“A different kind of search for the diverting sublime...what a tremendous feat of the imagination! To celebrate the natural (and unnatural) beauties of a wasteland!” —San Francisco Chronicle on The Meadowlands

“A rich story, at turns ironic and bemusing, sad and funny.” —USA Today on A Whale Hunt

“A book that is at once enthralling, fair-minded, and very funny.” —New York Review of Books on A Whale Hunt

“Marvelous...Sullivan has a very Ishmael-like talent for being both funny and generous.” —New York Times Book Review on A Whale Hunt

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Observations on the History and Habitat of the City's Most Unwanted Inhabitants


Copyright © 2004 Robert Sullivan
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ISBN: 1-58234-385-3

Chapter One


WHEN I WROTE the following account of my experiences with rats, I lived in an apartment building on a block filled with other apartment buildings, amidst the approximately eight million people in New York City, and I paid rent to a landlord that I never actually met-though I did meet the superintendent, who was a very nice guy. At this moment, I am living out of the city, away from the masses, in a bucolic little village with about the same number of inhabitants as my former city block. I wouldn't normally delve into my own personal matters, except that when I mention my rat experiences to people, they sometimes think I took extraordinary measures to investigate them, and I didn't. All I did was stand in an alley-a filth-slicked little alley that is about as old as the city and secret the way alleys are secret and yet just a block or two from Wall Street, from Broadway, and from what used to be the World Trade Center. All I did was take a spot next to the trash and wait and watch, rain or no rain, night after night, and always at night, the time when, generally speaking, humans go to sleep and rats come alive.

Why rats? Why rats in an alley? Why anything at all in a place that is, let's face it, so disgusting? One answer is proximity. Rats live in the world precisely where man lives, which is, needless to say, where I live. Rats have conquered every continent that humans have conquered, mostly with the humans' aid, and the not-so-epic-seeming story of rats is close to one version of the epic story of man: when they arrive as immigrants to a newfound land, rats push out the creatures that have preceded them, multiply to such an extent as to stretch resources to the limit, consume their way toward famine-a point at which they decline, until, once again, they are forced to fight, wander, or die. Rats live in man's parallel universe, surviving on the effluvia of human society; they eat our garbage. I think of rats as our mirror species, reversed but similar, thriving or suffering in the very cities where we do the same. If the presence of a grizzly bear is the indicator of the wildness of an area, the range of unsettled habitat, then a rat is an indicator of the presence of man. And yet, despite their situation, rats are ignored or destroyed but rarely studied, disparaged but never described.

I see that I am like one person out alone in the woods when it comes to searching out the sublime as it applies to the rat in the city. Among my guidebooks to nature, there is no mention of the wild rat, and if there is, the humans that write the books call them invaders, despised, abhorred, disgusting-a creature that does not merit its own coffee-table book. Here is the author of a beautiful collection of photographs and prose joyously celebrating the mammals of North America as he writes about rats: "There comes a time when even the most energetic of animal lovers must part ways with the animal kingdom." He goes on: "No matter how much you like animals there is nothing good to say about these creatures ..." It is the very ostracism of the rat, its exclusion from the pantheon of natural wonders, that makes it appealing to me, because it begs the question: who are we to decide what is natural and what is not?

What makes me most interested in rats is what I think of as our common habitat-or the propensity that I share with rats toward areas where no cruise ships go, areas that have been deemed unenjoyable, aesthetically bankrupt, gross or vile. I am speaking of swamps and dumps and dumps that were and still are swamps and dark city basements that are close to the great hidden waters of the earth, waters that often smell or stink. I am speaking, of course, of alleys-or even any place or neighborhood that might have what is commonly referred to as a "rat problem," a problem that often has less to do with the rat and more to do with man. Rats will always be the problem. Rats command a perverse celebrity status-nature's mobsters, flora and fauna's serial killers-because of their situation, because of their species-destroying habits, and because of their disease-carrying ability-especially their ability to carry the plague, which, during the Black Death of the Middle Ages, killed a third of the human population of Europe, something people remember, even though at the time people didn't know that rats had anything to do with all the panic, fear, and death.

In fact, in New York City, the bulk of rats live in quiet desperation, hiding beneath the table of man, under stress, skittering in fear, under siege by larger rats. Which brings me to my experiment: I went to the rat-filled alley to see the life of a rat in the city, to describe its habits and its habitat, to know a little about the place where it makes its home and its relationship to the very nearby people. To know the rat is to know its habitat, and to know the habitat of the rat is to know the city. I passed four seasons in the alley, though it was not a typical year by any definition. As it happened, shortly after I went downtown, the World Trade Center was destroyed. That fall, New York itself became an organism, an entity attacked and off-balance, a system of millions of people, many of whom were scared and panicked-a city that itself was trying to adapt, to stay alive. Eventually, New York regained its balance, and I went about my attempt to see the city from the point of view of its least revered inhabitants. And in the end-after seeing the refuse streams, the rat-infested dwellings, after learning about the old rat fights and learning all that I could learn from rat exterminators and after briefly traveling off from my alley to hear about rats all over America-I believe this is what I saw.

For most of my life, however, my interest in rats had remained relatively idle, until the day I stumbled on a painting of rats by one of the patron saints of American naturalists, John James Audubon. Audubon famously documented the birds of North America in their natural habitat-drawn from nature was his trademark-and he next did the same for mammals, even the rat, or in this case several rats in a barn, stealing a chicken's egg. As I investigated the painting, I learned that Audubon had researched rats for months, and that in 1839 in New York City, where he lived during the last years of his life, he hunted rats along the waterfront. (He wrote the mayor and received permission "to shoot Rats at the Battery early in the morning, so as not to expose the inhabitants in the vicinity to danger ...") In other words, Audubon was not just a Representative Man out of the American past whose legacy inspired American conservationists and environmentalists, not just some Emersonian model, but also a guy who spent time in New York City walking around downtown looking for rats.

I read more about Audubon. I read that he was born in what is now the Dominican Republic. I read that he turned to painting late in life after failing as a businessman, and that after traveling all over the continent to finish The Birds of North America he moved to New York, living first downtown, then up on what is today 157th Street, in a neighborhood that is coincidentally now settled by people from the Dominican Republic-coincidence is the stuff of ratting! I read that he fished in the Hudson River. I read that his eyesight eventually went, that shortly thereafter he began singing a French children's song over and over and eventually died. His home was left to rot away and was finally paved over. The more I read of Audubon, the more I felt a desire to study the rat in its urban habitat, to draw the rat in nature.

One day, I got on the subway and took a trip uptown. I went to Trinity Cemetery on 155th Street and saw the tall, animal-covered Celtic cross on Audubon's grave, and then, with old maps, I tried to figure out where his house would have been. Finally, I found the lot, unmarked; it had apparently once been on a gentle hill sloping toward the river, but now it was a hole, a three-story-deep pit, surrounded by two tall apartment buildings, and an elevated highway. When I looked away from the hole, the view was breathtakingly panoramic and Hudson River-filled. And when I got my binoculars out and looked down into the site, I could see the dozens of tennis-ball-size burrows that are more commonly referred to as rat holes.

Chapter Two


BUT ENOUGH ABOUT YOU, I think I hear the reader protesting. What B about rats? And so, as I arise from my selfishness to describe the wild rat of New York City, the object of this nature experiment, I begin by noting that when it comes to rats, men and women labor under a lot of misinformation-errors inspired, it seems to me, by their own fears, by their own mental rat profiles rather than any earth-based facts. So, with this in mind, I offer a brief introductory sketch of the particular species of rat that runs wild in New York-Rattus norvegicus, aka the Norway or brown rat. I offer a portrait that is hysteria-free, that merely describes the rat as a rat.

A rat is a rodent, the most common mammal in the world. Rattus norvegicus is one of the approximately four hundred different kinds of rodents, and it is known by many names, each of which describes a trait or a perceived trait or sometimes a habitat: the earth rat, the roving rat, the barn rat, the field rat, the migratory rat, the house rat, the sewer rat, the water rat, the wharf rat, the alley rat, the gray rat, the brown rat, and the common rat. The average brown rat is large and stocky; it grows to be approximately sixteen inches long from its nose to its tail-the size of a large adult human male's foot-and weighs about a pound, though brown rats have been measured by scientists and exterminators at twenty inches and up to two pounds. The brown rat is sometimes confused with the black rat, or Rattus rattus, which is smaller and once inhabited New York City and all of the cities of America but, since Rattus norvegicus pushed it out, is now relegated to a minor role. (The two species still survive alongside each other in some Southern coastal cities and on the West Coast, in places like Los Angeles, for example, where the black rat lives in attics and palm trees.) The black rat is always a very dark gray, almost black, and the brown rat is gray or brown, with a belly that can be light gray, yellow, or even a pure-seeming white. One spring, beneath the Brooklyn Bridge, I saw a red-haired brown rat that had been run over by a car. Both pet rats and laboratory rats are Rattus norvegicus, but they are not wild and therefore, I would emphasize, not the subject of this book. Sometimes pet rats are called fancy rats. But if anyone has picked up this book to learn about fancy rats, then they should put this book down right away; none of the rats mentioned herein are at all fancy.

Rats are nocturnal, and out in the night the brown rat's eyes are small and black and shiny; when a flashlight shines into them in the dark, the eyes of a rat light up like the eyes of a deer. Though it forages in darkness, the brown rat has poor eyesight. It makes up for this with, first of all, an excellent sense of smell. Rats often bite young children and infants on the face because of the smell of food residues on the children. (Many of the approximately 50,000 people bitten by rats every year are children.) They have an excellent sense of taste, detecting the most minute amounts of poison, down to one part per million. A brown rat has strong feet, the two front paws each equipped with four clawlike nails, the rear paws even longer and stronger. It can run and climb with squirrel-like agility. It is an excellent swimmer, surviving in rivers and bays, in sewer streams and toilet bowls.

The brown rat's teeth are yellow, the front two incisors being especially long and sharp, like buckteeth. When the brown rat bites, its front two teeth spread apart. When it gnaws, a flap of skin plugs the space behind its incisors. Hence, when the rat gnaws on indigestible materials-concrete or steel, for example-the shavings don't go down the rat's throat and kill it. Its incisors grow at a rate of five inches per year. Rats always gnaw, and no one is certain why-there are few modern rat studies. It is sometimes erroneously stated that the rat gnaws solely to limit the length of its incisors, which would otherwise grow out of its head, but this is not the case: the incisors wear down naturally. In terms of hardness, the brown rat's teeth are stronger than aluminum, copper, lead, and iron. They are comparable to steel. With the alligator-like structure of their jaws, rats can exert a biting pressure of up to seven thousand pounds per square inch. Rats, like mice, seem to be attracted to wires-to utility wires, computer wires, wires in vehicles, in addition to gas and water pipes. One rat expert theorizes that wires may be attractive to rats because of their resemblance to vines and the stalks of plants; cables are the vines of the city. By one estimate, 26 percent of all electric-cable breaks and 18 percent of all phone-cable disruptions are caused by rats. According to one study, as many as 25 percent of all fires of unknown origin are rat-caused. Rats chew electrical cables. Sitting in a nest of tattered rags and newspapers, in the floorboards of an old tenement, a rat gnaws the head of a match-the lightning in the city forest.

When it is not gnawing or feeding on trash, the brown rat digs. Anywhere there is dirt in a city, brown rats are likely to be digging-in parks, in flowerbeds, in little dirt-poor backyards. They dig holes to enter buildings and to make nests. Rat nests can be in the floorboards of apartments, in the waste-stuffed corners of subway stations, in sewers, or beneath old furniture in basements. "Cluttered and unkempt alleyways in cities provide ideal rat habitat, especially those alleyways associated with food-serving establishments," writes Robert Corrigan in Rodent Control, a pest control manual. "Alley rats can forage safely within the shadows created by the alleyway, as well as quickly retreat to the safety of cover in these narrow channels." Often, rats burrow under concrete sidewalk slabs. Entrance to a typical under-the-sidewalk rat's nest is gained through a two-inch-wide hole-their skeletons collapse and they can squeeze into a hole as small as three quarters of an inch wide, the average width of their skull. This tunnel then travels about a foot down to where it widens into a nest or den. The den is lined with soft debris, often shredded plastic garbage or shopping bags, but sometimes even grasses or plants; some rat nests have been found stuffed with the gnawed shavings of the wood-based, spring-loaded snap traps that are used in attempts to kill them.


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Robert Sullivan is the author of The Meadowlands and A Whale Hunt, both New York Times Notable Books of the Year. He is a contributing editor to Vogue and a longtime contributor to the New Yorker. He lives in Hastings-on-Hudson, New York.

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Rats; Observations on the History and Habitat of the City's Most Unwanted Inhabitants 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If rats truly disgust you, don't buy this book. However, if you are interested in the survival of a species through wars, plagues, and tragedy, this book provides historical perspective to not only rats perserverance but humans as well. The author does a great job of drawing correlations between humans everyday life and that of rat life (not exact correlations but quite close). The stories he tells I found to be entertaining and informative about the history, the people, and the city of New York. What was ironic was that I was reading his chapters about 9/11 this year around 9/11 and really took the time to think about the situation on another level. A great read, a book that I could put down but truly enjoyed picking up to read again and again.
DEMONTHE7TH More than 1 year ago
Wow some people really are retarded. What made some of the reviewers think that the author was out to exterminate or try to create a rat genocide? Nothing. Right off the bat you can tell the author begins to become interested in looking at rats as people and not a "problem." Maybe you should have read the first couple pages before you bought the book before you invested in something you completely ignored the whole time. This is a very well written book. Yes, rats aren't generally wanted in homes and that makes sense but when you look at things from the point of the rat, they're just like any other species (such as ourselves) trying to get buy in a dangerous and sometimes harsh environment. I've been a proud owner of a domesticated rat and I have to say they are extremely intelligent creatures. Good read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
What is most enjoyable about this book is that it's not written by a rat scientist (if there's ever such a specific profession), but by a regular joe-schmoe who's intrigued by an 'under belly' of society (i.e., the world of rats) and who happens to be a good writer as well. It's this writer sensibility that Sullivan wants to go beyond describing the natural behavior & habitat of rats, but to expand on why they've been around for so long (imagine, rats living so far under the earth that they may never have seen MAN before!). It's an enjoyable read -- Sullivan presents amusing rat parallels and iconic histories. If you want to learn more about the rat itself though, then look it up in the encyclopedia.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It isn't very often a book makes my skin crawl. I can't think of the last time that happened. This book is amazing. I have learned so much about rats, more then I ever really wanted to, actually. I couldn't put the book down, though trust me, i really, really wanted to more then a few times. This is a book that will stay with me for a long time. Just an incredible book about, lets face it, a scary critter... bluch...RATS!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
And the rats died too. They died from the plague.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This book has it all. A bit about rats and a bit about the history of just about everything. Each chapter deals with a different topic, each bit of research spawned by the author's observation of rats. Does he tell you everything you ever wanted to know about rats? If you are a 'rat fanatic', probably not. But he never promises to, either. For those of us who enjoy just a peek into a lot of topics in an easy-to-read book, this is it. I learned a little about a lot and find myself interested in doing more reading. Definitely worth the read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I got this book because i already know a TON about domestic rats. I mostly learned everything that there is to know... and these nerds in my class go on about how nasty rats are i had to wonder.. what are the doing that for.. their nerds. I think they are mostly fed up because we voted on class pets and SNAKES were out voted over RATS. So i continued to wonder why rats are SO utterly discusting desies ridden pests? Why do ppl think that... i mean i uderstand why ppl think that and i know they are probrably right. So that is why i got this book.. and i LUV it it is very well written awesome!!! BTW fleas caused the plague... not rats!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Rats is, indeed, a very bad book. I found the book to be so light on content as to be laughable. If you live, or have lived in New York then you are familiar with rats. They are a part of the city as much as the hot dogs at Nathan¿s. I was looking for some particular insight the author might have gained by watching these animals. What quirks do they have, what makes them so resilient. Unfortunately, he seems to have not gained any insight. He preferred to not get close to his subject. Instead he chose to stand at a distance and assume what the rats were doing in areas beyond his sight. He did not develop any skill at trapping the animals, nor eradicating the vermin. He did not try any experiments. The most you can say the author learned is that rats are rats and behave like, well, rats. All this information for $23.95 - what a bargain.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Save your money and spend it on something else other than this horribly written book. You don't learn anything at all about rats or why they appeared in NYC and people can't seem to get rid of them. He does go over the extermination process, but doesn't give you much insight into it. All he seems to do is observe, the history and habitat written on rats is at its minimum. Spend your money elsewhere this book isn't worth it.