The disappearing of the beauty of traditional Japanese (Oriental) culture, beauty of shadows, as being invaded by the civilization from the West.
To me, both the Oriental and the West have their beauties, but I understand Tanizaki's feeling of trying to preserve the life and time he went through. I am reading and reading, many times trying to bring back what was lost in life but only stays in memory.
A friend said that what matters is NOW, "the power of now". However, to me, what makes what you are is the memory. Memory is the most valuable thing we really own.
When I read the book, I asked: isn't the Western's stream of consciousness similar to the sensation narration of those Japanese works? Of course, the former has a dimension of time, while the latter is a beauty of being static and tranquil.
Reading this book helps to understand the beauty of Japanese works. Will read it once more before returning it to the library.
Translated by Thomas J. Harper and Edward G. Seidensticker. Published by Vintage Books, London, 2001. ISBN 9780099283577.




