Interlude for a Review: On Being a Rat And Other Observations by Chila Woychik

The book is propped next to my computer.  A charming rat peers over the rumpled paper sign it holds bearing the book's title: On Being A Rat And Other Observations.  In the lower corner, the author's name, Chila Woychik, is in red against a cheese yellow background. 

Inside the cover, my name is listed with others for editorial assistance as well as for the illustrations; and it's mentioned in the dedication.  This particular book has a brief, handwritten note to me from Chila. When she wrote it, she had no way of knowing she dated it on my parent's wedding anniversary.  This very special book became unintentionally but personally, poignantly special.

I posted this review elsewhere:

 I have to admit I was dubious when asked to edit On Being a Rat. I don’t usually read autobiographical works, creative or otherwise.  But the first section I saw (and each one thereafter)—WOW! Just WOW! What a rare gem!

One of the things that captivated me most about On Being a Rat was Chila's willingness to bare her soul, to be utterly transparent and vulnerable in her honesty. Honesty is a rare commodity in this present age; truth and honesty don’t always mean the same thing. Too often, all you see is the public mask— in …Rat, it’s totally “mask off”. 

Another thing is the sheer beauty and creativity in the language Chila uses. Nothing obscure or convoluted, nothing so lofty that a reader can’t follow, but nonetheless powerful and thought-provoking even in the flashes of humor. Stark and lovely!

 Her imagery is solid and logical even when she makes unexpected comparisons and observations. If one of her poems or lyrical passages were a photograph, the angle may be unusual, the focal point uncommon (or even bizarre); but the image is sharp enough that no one can say, “Well, there’s something on photo paper but I sure can’t tell what it is.” She writes with a razor.

She takes an uncommon genre, the lyric essay, to a new level that's fierce and friendly, thoughtful and profoundly creative.  On Being a Rat is a wonderful treasure to be read and reread with fresh discoveries awaiting the reader each time.  A unique masterpiece!

I wanted to add a bit more about what's been called the Rat book or OBAR.   For one thing, it's shown me that creative nonfiction, the lyrical essay, is not dull autobiography or self-indulgent whining about life.  It's an art form with foundations in essay, memoir, and poetry. Content and structure combine with poetic flow of words and sentences and with a masterly use of metaphors.  And I, fiction writer that I am, can't help but feel the prickle of challenge — could I write this personally this well?  I don't know; but I have doubts — I like the buffer zone of fictional characters and I'm not certain I could override my reluctance to be so vulnerable on the page.  But should  I ever decide to expand my own writing horizons, OBAR is a masterpiece on multiple levels, worth learning from, worth studying.

  

One other especially delightful thing about OBAR:  After the initial straight-through reading, I found I can open it at any section without becoming a context castaway.  Treasures abound even on a single page — a unique phrasing, a pinpoint metaphor, an illuminating observation.  Some pages are chatty,  as though Chila's sitting across a café table from me.  With each chapter I read, I come away thinking This one's my favorite chapter —until I pick the Rat book up again and read something that challenges how I think about writing or nature or...  Then I think This one — more favorite than my last favorite.  Or reading in a different mood This one's my favorite today. 

Awww, what the heck — I love the whole book!

Thanks, Chila,  for writing On Being a Rat!