In Praise of Shadows

I really, really tried reading this, but I had to drop it. One reason why I dropped it is that while it's great to appreciate old, antiquated things, dismissing everything new is a bit much. And, okay, maybe I can see where the author is coming from, but it still feels extreme.

Another reason why I dropped it is that it simply can't keep me engaged.

And I think there's some historical context relevant to this essay, but I'm not a history enthusiast and I only read some references about it so I won't develop on it, I just thought that that is interesting and that maybe the essay is more than just about aesthetics.

Less of a book about aesthetics and more about the Japanese appreciation for nuance and the beauty of transience/time (which is most easily expressed through talking about the visual, I guess). Tanizaki crafts compelling arguments rooted in history/reality rather than abstract philosophical argument, but I can't help feel that his undercurrent of disdain and condescension sours his praise a little. You can appreciate the difference in tastes (western vs Japanese) without putting the other side down.

Like the title states, this book is written in praise of shadows. It compares a lot of the Japanese ideals with the western ones and interestingly draws parallels between them.
It reiterates how subtle, mindful, and intentional the Japanese are with just about everything, and in it's own unique way calls out to the Japanese youth to embrace themselves, to embrace a part of them that while it may be different, has its own beauty.

The characteristics described sort of put my explorations of East Asian art and literature in a new light and has made me appreciate the importance of shadows in a way I'd never thought of before.