I just started reading Robert Sullivan’s Rats : Observations on the History and Habitat of the City’s Most Unwanted Inhabitants, and I have a feeling that I’m going to be tantalizing you with strange and digusting relevations as I make my way through the book.
I’m only two chapters in, and already I have a disturbing passage to share with you:
What a great paragraph–each sentence makes you gag, and it gets worse and worse, taking you to ever increasing depths of nausea. Twenty times a day! That’s a lot of lovin’. And what, exactly, is a “healthy” amount of garbage?
I can already tell that reading this book on the heels of Steve Almond’s Candyfreak is going to be a strange experience. (If you love candy, by the way, you must read Candyfreak). More on that later, in a post that I promise will be 100% free of rodent sex.
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dragonballyee:
I remember reading the NYT Magazine article on this book when it came out awhile back. Creepy. Yucky. There’s nothing as frightening as a fat, cat-sized sewer rat to scare a tourist silly. I’ve seen it happen many times at the subway platform and it makes me laugh every time.
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