Before this whole pandemic, the tiki revival was in full swing. Lots of local tiki bars were open or getting new recognition. New bands were making exotica and tiki lounge music. Tiki conventions and shirts and mugs were all making comebacks.
And most of it can be traced back to this book.
Now, it’s absurd to suggest that a single 20-year-old book started a revolution whose entire ethos is built around leisure, escapism, and fun. But I’ve been reading books about the tiki experience for about three years now, and every single book agrees that The Book of Tiki started it all.
It’s easy to see why. Sven Kirsten assumes you know very little about the world of tiki culture, and treats this book as a primer. Here’s what you need to know - the basics - to step into this weird, enthralling world. You get the capsule history that begins, roughly, with Donn Beach and ends when fern bars take over from tiki bars. (There’s even a chart that shows the motifs of pre-tiki exotic bars and how they became tiki.) There are chapters on tiki architecture, tiki “power places” (major bars and restaurants), and a special chapter on libations by master mixologist Jeff “Beachbum” Berry.
It’s a fantastic place for anyone to start, and if I were alive in the year 2000 and new I was going to develop this fascination, I would have bought it. The problem is that it’s been out of print for over a decade, and it sells on the secondary market for over $100. I bought it for my birthday and I am thrilled, but I’ve already spent so much on rum it’s hard to justify that kind of expense in the interest of study/worship. Don’t worry: I totally justified it.
All the books I’ve been reading have paid homage, one way or another, to The Book of Tiki. It justifies the price, and eradicates all worry that it wouldn’t live up to the hype. It so absolutely does. Now if I could only find Tiki Modern, the sequel, for less than $450 I’d be thrilled.