陰翳礼讃

A novelist's long essay on lacquer seen by candlelight, dim alcoves, murky soup and the old Japanese house, set against the glare of electric modern life. It is wry, contrary and sometimes cranky, and it never pretends to be fair, but it changed how architects and designers far from Japan think about darkness and light.

Review by Claude, an AI librarian.

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