One of the initial complaints I read about this book was that it didn’t include any art by the artists profiled. Except for the front cover, none of the work discussed in this volume was replicated or reproduced so that the story of the artist could compare to the art the artist made.
It’s a valid criticism, and would hold more weight if we weren’t all reading books with tiny, extremely powerful computers in our pockets at all times. One of the joys I had reading this book, was coming across a title or description and scrambling for my phone so I could look up the art. One of the best things about having this sort of multimedia approach to this book is that if I liked a piece of art referenced, I could go down a rabbit hole of more art, looking up after twenty minutes had gone by, my head dancing from all the lowbrow.
And the stories themselves are fascinating. Mostly what I’ve been interested in is tiki-centric, second wave Lowbrow art. I didn’t know it was second wave, and getting a little background on first wave was pretty interesting (lots of hot rods and pretty pinup girls). I also didn’t know we were currently in the third wave, much like we sort of are with tiki itself. Costa explains all of this with a deft touch, seemingly as enthralled with the subject as he hopes the reader is.
And what’s not to be enthralled by? Hearing the backstories of Shag, Tim Buskup, Derek Yaniger, Brandi Milne, and Miles Thompson is illuminating, and grow even more so as the book progresses, when you see the influences and intertwinings of this underground world progress and unfold.
I have some quibbles. Sometimes the book shifts into present tense for unknown reasons. It’s jarring and weird, but doesn’t shake your confidence in the fidelity of the storytelling. And of course, me being me, I came to this book as a tiki fan looking to read about art in the tiki milieu. That’s totally my fault, though; nothing on the cover ever said there’d be a Brad Parker retrospective in here.
And maybe that’s OK: one, this book got me interested in more art than I had been prepared for with my preconceptions. Two, it does say “volume one” on the cover (!!!) And three, and finally, a lot of lowbrow does bump up against tiki, because they are both uniquely American art forms that borrow from many different sources to create something idiosyncratic and brand-new. What a terrific book.