30 Món Bún - Lẩu tải về miễn phí cuốn sách

Mariam Asfour _ashosha — While the West's ubiquitous illumination--both in the literal and figurative sense--complements well the fresh and glossy aesthetic that stems from that part of the world, for centuries, Tanizaki points out, Japanese life has emerged amidst shadow where patina and evidence of well ordered use most suitably come to the fore. Under these circumstances the hinting of the thing is more savory than the thing itself, but with the growing Western influence, almost everything traditionally Japanese becomes garish under constant electrical inspection. "The cleanliness of what can be seen calls up the more clearly thoughts of what cannot be seen." Elaborating on the unsuitability of Western technology for Japanese music, Tanizaki wonders what might have been if the Japanese had had time to develop its own technologies geared towards Japanese music's specific character, music that depends very much on "reticence" and "pauses". "The phonograph and the radio render these moments of silence utterly lifeless. And so we distort the arts themselves to curry favor for them with the machines." In the final pages the focus shifts from the cultural to the biographical where, apparently finished praising shadow, Tanizaki moves to lament youth, changing times and the outcasting of the elderly. To be fair he realizes what he's becoming the grumbling codger. Still, the essay loses a bit of its charm at this point and certainly some of its cohesion. Only halfway through the essay I realized that every time it evoked shadow I inevitably returned to mental visions of sunbeams (as necessary constituents of shadow). I never really pictured shadow itself. There seemed also a case for cultural relativism here and the rest of the essay I tried to mold my mental imagery to experience this foreign aesthetic. Does anyone know what the Japanese reading of this essay has been, either on publication or in more contemporarily? That'd be interesting to hear.

Elena Bortot elenabortot — August 20, 2011: I've been trying to find more books by Cordelia Strube ever since I read and was blown away by *Lemon*. Normally, I prefer to purchase my books new and for full price. I like to think that I am supporting the authors and the whole book industry by doing so. But so far, I've struck out. Nothing in the stores and nothing available to order - either "sold out" or "temporarily unavailable to order". I'm starting to have my suspicions about that "temporarily" bit. Today though, on my almost daily jaunt over to Aqua books, I decided to check & see whether I could find any used copies. Eureka! Not one but two! This is one of them. And bonus points to me for putting my money where my mouth is to go buy something at Aqua Books (my favourite used book store in Winnipeg and self-proclaimed cultural city hall, that, sadly, recently announced it was closing because they just couldn't financially make a go of it any more).