Robert Sullivan's Rats: A Year With New York's Most Unwanted Inhabitants promises much in the way of creepy rat-related thrills, as well as promising a history of some of New York's great rat high points, but I felt it failed to deliver on all these promises. Or else maybe my tolerance for rats has grown over the years. I was hoping for more talk about plague and about how rats live and about great rat outbreaks in the city, and I felt I got a little too much of him standing around in an alley with too much time on his hands and not enough rats. I also felt that some of the language likening people to rats was a little much (the scurrying, crowding, spending time in tunnels, living in cramped quarters, eating garbage, etc.) but maybe that's because some previous reader had helpfully highlighted some of these instances for me.
A little disappointing, but still containing some good rat tales (see what I did there?) and it's not a tough read at all.
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