In Praise of Shadows

This seemed to me like an interesting opinion on the subjectivity of beauty and value of impurity before we got to full-blown “old man yelling at the cloud”-moments with an unhealthy dose of sexism and racism, and some completely confused views on science.

All while reading I tried to refrain from being too judgmental but in the end there were too many things that I can't easily gloss over. Someone called it a tongue-in-cheek work but I honestly couldn't see it as such. Even when Tanizaki was describing the poetic qualities of toilets (confusingly, this I actually felt the most agreeable of his opinions).