I love the cover of this book. It screamed at me from the library bookshelf. I assumed, mistakenly, that it was going to be anime/mangaish and was amused to see harsh criticism from Murakami about vapid art forms. Sigh. I like vapid though I guess it's not something to admit publicly. His points are well made and, obviously worthy of respect and yet I delight in colorful, joyful, cheerfulness for the sake of cheerfulness so was sorry that the book cover aesthetic wasn't more represented on the interior pages. But I digress.
This is a beautifully produced book. High quality pages with exquisite reproductions of diverse artworks by a bunch of Japanese artists that I think were pretty well unknown at the time of this exhibit (and may still be for all I know). For some reason, I found the text really hard to read not because it was poorly written but because the font or the spacing or something about the color of the text just was hard for me to focus on so I gave up on reading the essays, which is too bad because I think they would probably be enlightening.
Anyway, I'm not ready to say Bye Bye Kitty, though perhaps it is time to do so . . .