from: Yale University Press
Type of bind: Hardcover
Dewey Decimal Number: 700
EAN num: 9780300102857
ISBN number: 0300102852
Label: Yale University Press
Manufacturer: Yale University Press
Quantity: 1
Page Count: 448
Printing Date: May 15, 2005
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Little Boy examines the culture of postwar Japan through its arts and popular visual media. Focusing on the youth-driven phenomenon of otaku (roughly translated as 'geek culture' or 'pop cult fanaticism'), Takashi Murakami and a notable group of contributors explore the complex historical influences that shape Japanese contemporary art and its distinct graphic languages. The book's title, Little Boy, is a reference to the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima in 1945, thus clearly locating the birth of these new cultural forms in the trauma and generational aftershock of the atomic bomb. This generously illustrated book showcases the work of key otaku artists and designers, many of whom are cult celebrities in Japan, and discusses their feature film and video animations, video games and internet sites, music, toys, fashion and more. In the process, the following questions are posed: What is otaku? How is it related to the pervasive and curious fixation on 'cuteness' evident in Japanese popular culture? What impact did the atomic devastation of World War II have on the development of Japanese art and culture? This brilliantly designed, bilingual (English and Japanese) publication examines these themes to explore how contemporary Japanese art has become inseparable from the subcultural realms of manga and anime (Japanese animation), a world where meticulous technique, apocalyptic imagery and high and low cultures meet. Exhibition schedule: Japan Society, New York City, April-July 2005 other venues to be announced.
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Here's an email I sent to a friend about the Little Boy exhibition and this book:
I spent Saturday afternoon at the Japan Society viewing the Little Boy exhibition, curated by Takashi Murakami - and I purchased the handsome exhibit catalogue, Little Boy: The Arts of Japan's Exploding Subculture (edited by Murakami, with commentary and essays in English and Japanese).
The exhibition title, of course, is the name of the atom bomb dropped on Hiroshima and that event is a recurrent theme and background for the exhibit. But it also points toward the apparent childlike drift of Japanese pop culture as evidenced by the kawaii craze. Murakami has two essays in the catalogue, the very first of which is "Earth in my Window" (pp. 98-149). The essay has an image from "Howl's Moving Castle" as its frontispiece, opens by talking of the historic Little Boy, moves through the assertion that "everyone who lives in Japan knows-something is wrong" and quickly arrives at "Kawaii (cute) culture has become a living entity that pervades everything. With a population heedless of the cost of embracing immaturity, the nation is in the throes of a dilemma: a preoccupation with anti-aging may conquer not only the human heart, but also the body. It is a utopian society as fully regulated as the science-fiction world George Orwell envisioned in 1984: comfortable, happy, fashionable-a world nearly devoid of discriminatory impulses" (p. 100). I've not read the essay in full.
The exhibition was quite interesting, steeped in manga and anime. One wall was covered in original hand-drawn Doraemon panels, another wall of Hello Kitty art and merchandise, Mobile Suit Gundam was well represented, while a bench of foot-high Godzilla sculptures was placed in front of a grey well on which the 9th article of the Japanese constitution was written, in English and Japanese. That's the article in which Japan renounces the right to wage war. And lots more, more than I can even mention, much less comment on, in this brief note.
The overall effect - of both the exhibition and the catalog - is that of manga and anime themselves. We have worlds colliding and intersecting, intermingling and cross-breeding. Who knows what it will toss up, hopeful monsters and all.
I was most taken by the (acrylic) paintings of Aya Takano. Midori Matsui remarks of her art (p. 232):
"The interpenetration of the future and the past, the outer and inner space is captured dreamily in Takano's paintings, in habited by supple, nude teenagers and half-human creatures drawn with tentative lines and painted in a vapory spread of acrylic. Her retro-futuristic vision is inspired by the science-fiction novels of Brian B. Aldis, Cordweiner Smith, James Tiptree, Jr. and the comics of Osamu Tezuka, the father of postwar Japanese narrative manga. The mixture of hippie hallucination and space-age fantasy gives Takano's erotic nudes a mythical flavor. Coyly taunting the "Lolita complex" of an otaku erotic comic, she conveys a different sort of eroticism derived from the androgyny of the adolescent body."
Yes. Her work is very delicate, but substantial. Moderately painterly as well. You can see the brush strokes, but the paint is thin and Matsui's phrase "vapory spread" is apt. The heads are rounded, as are the large eyes. The eyes are also heavily lined, as though these wiry and delicate creatures are made up with kohl around their eyes. The images are haunting.
If I were a collector, I would collect Takano. But I would have to hang those paintings in a gallery. I wouldn't want them in a living room, a library, a hallway, nor a bedroom. The images are too intrusive to be background. They demand your attention; they are jealous.
I saw lots of images like that in this exhibition. I wish I could see it again.
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"Little Boy: The Arts of Japan's Exploding Subculture" is far and away the most beautifully-designed and edgiest book ever issued by the Japan Society in New York. At the same time, it is the most significant. That the bilingual "Little Boy" catalogue is so stunningly beautiful and up-to-the minute reflects the fact that it was edited and produced in Japan by the graphics artists driving the trends it documents. The art it examines is, as Alexandra Monroe of the Japan Society puts it, a superflat "cartoon imagery of exploding mushroom clouds, fantastic mutant monsters, and baby-faced cyborg heroines." This art bears some resemblance to that of Andy Warhol and Roy Lichtenstein, but even the art of these two icons cannot begin to hint at the revolution in graphic design that has occurred in Japan. Nor can their art prepare us for the revolution of meaning that this graphic art has assumed for the Japanese of the late 20th and early 21st centuries.
And it is this last point that brings us to the seminal importance of "Little Boy" as both a book and exhibition.
To return to Munroe's essay, with which readers may prefer to begin the book, in countries other than Japan animated films, cartoon-like graphics, and comic books are typically associated with children alone. In Japan, in contrast, these art forms have been appropriated by adults as well as the art mainstream. Of greatest importance, they have become a major means by which the Japanese are attempting to deal with the dual traumas of the 1945 atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and the postwar dependency that a US-written constitution imposed on Japan as a player on the world stage. If such traumas were being reflected in the graphic arts alone, this phenomenon would be perhaps no more than an interesting oddity. Nearly everyday, however, attempts to grapple with the same issues are being played out on the political stage, be it in the context of a prime ministerial visit to the Yasukuni Shrine for the war dead or Japan's agonizing over how to respond to the apparent nuclearization of the Korean peninsula. It is tempting to ascribe these political developments to a renascent right-wing fringe. "Little Boy" is, however, a wake-up call telling us that the population as a whole is wrestling with issues of how their nation should be defined.
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I attended the show in New york and wished to have a catalog. They were all sold out but reccomended that I go to amazon. I was quite pleased. Very visual and informative. Be for warned not a product for children. It is true to form of Japense culutre in animation and graphics. If you have a chance I highly reccomend you go to the exhibit.
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Murakami's latest curatorial effort has gained nearly universal acclaim amongst the art world. His "Little Boy" exhibition attempts to understand the origins of contemporary Japanese art's affinity for both the horrifically violent and the frightfully cute (kawaii). Ultimately, Murakami argues that these images are spawned from the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki combined with postwar US domination. Violent imagery becomes a sign for a fascination with the kind of power that postwar Japan lacked. Kawaii imagery is then seen as stemming from Japan's status as a protectorate of the US. This relationship was not unlike that of a parent and child (the child/adolecent becomes a prevalent theme in Japanese art from postwar era forward.)
This effort is faithfully documented in this beautiful catalogue which includes works by contemporary Japanese artists, artists of Murakami's Kaikai Kiki, and popular anime and manga such as Neon Genesis Evangelion and Doraemon. A must for anyone interested in the origin of Japan's unique hyper-contemporary aesthetic.
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Murakostabi (Murakami + Mark Kostabi) This grating exhibition and premise mines the discards of Japanese art history (Okamoto) and gloms on to the earlier actual historical greats. At the hilarious symposium Murakami was reduced to being called Little boy himself! it was hilarious to watch and hear. Finally he is moving out and away from the artworld like Peter Max and yesterday's news. The exhibition is calculating (the use of mushrooms- halucinogens- and Mushroom clouds, Article 9 - predictable) The big grey mushroom cloud painting was really conceived by one of his under-paid assistants Mariko Suzuki and he tries to take credit. It is a cloying show with very little merit. Seeing Superflat in Tokyo and being suspicious of it then this new incarnation of it reeks of the same stunts that troubled sitcoms use. It is begging for substance. The works of Makoto Aida or Tenmyouya hisashi or even the toys and magazines by dehara have much more substance. Think I am pissed? well search these out and you might be surprised at the rich depth of REAL JAPANESE ART, not thie silly misinformation of murakostabi.
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