BOOKS: In Praise of Shadows by Jun’ichirō Tanizaki

In Praise of ShadowsIn Praise of Shadows by Jun’ichirō Tanizaki
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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Tanizaki’s essay on Japanese aesthetics doesn’t just show the reader the simple, rustic, and weathered traits of Japanese beauty, it fully submerges them in an otherworldly place ruled by different principles of seeing. So enamored with this pre-modern Japanese aesthetic was Tanizaki that we are convinced he would give up all present-day conveniences to see the world this way (but, alas, he recognizes the impossibility of maintaining a household or business in today’s world that way.)

While the book is principally a tour of this Japanese shadow world, moving from architecture to toilets to lacquerware to Noh plays to skin tones to hotels (with other stops along the way,) it is also a critique of modernity, and particularly a modernity shaped by the West by virtue of Western countries building a lead in a number of key technologies. The most crucial of these technologies, and the one Tanizaki most decries, is electric lighting, which does away with the artistic beauty that derives from the interplay of varied toned shadows (and occasionally a little bit of light.) [I should say, he’s not bashing the Western technology or ways, but rather how poorly they work with maintaining Japanese aesthetic ways.]

I’d highly recommend this book for all readers. If you’re interested in aesthetics, art, architecture, culture, or “things Japanese,” then all the more so, but I can’t remember the last time description pulled me into a book as hard as this one. The essay can be a bit rambling and shifts from euphoria to rant and back, rapidly, but that is part of its magic.

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DAILY PHOTO: Light & Shadow on a Midwinter Afternoon

After the Rain [Haiku]

after Spring rains,
 puddles throw reflections 
  of light-fringed clouds.

Translucent [Haiku]

sunlight shines
 through the butterfly's wing:
  yet, it seems sluggish.

Autumn Light [Haiku]

the sun is low,
but then it never gets high
this time of year.

Green Fairy [Free Verse]

Bohemians
   gathered around 
   the absinthe bottles,
  the light hitting 
   the bottles shone
   a radioactive shade
   of green.

That green light
   threw blotches
  against walls &
 floors & people &
  anything else there
  was to illuminate.

The more they drank,
 the less green the mottling --
  not because the empty glass 
   was clear, &
 didn't refract, or spray green,
   but because the splotches
  turned every color --
   every color there is --
  and the colors danced
   around the increasingly 
  amorphous surfaces.

 Until, at last,
  everyone was asleep,
 and visions of Green Fairies
  danced in their dreams. 

Monsoon Autumn [Haiku]

autumn afternoon:
 swollen clouds cut the light,
  it looks like sundown.

Distant Divergence [Haiku]

under dark clouds;
 yon hills at once bombarded 
  with light- & rainbands.

Shadow Valley [Haiku]

from valley shadow,
 the sun-warmed mountain
  glows more brightly.

Shape Shift [Haiku]

in waning sunlight,
 the shapes of shadows shift
  as boats drift.