I've been looking for books on the Tiki Craze of the 50's and 60's. This book is a pocket version I'm told of a bigger book which I plan on getting. This book is awesome and for lack of a better term kitschy. I hate that word so much but its the only way to describe it. It is also a beautiful work of art that belongs in any greaser or cool hep lounge lizard's bachelor pad. The book is very informative documenting the beginnings of the Tikis when the polynesians worshiped them as gods of good luck and fertility and how the boys of WW2 brought back with them from the tour of the pacific, the tiki.
There is awesome photographs of old Tiki restaurants and bars like Trader Vic's and Beachcomber Don. There is also pictures of some of the cool tropical elixirs that sent many a grey flannel man wifting along on trade winds to the warm gold beaches, the emerald seas and the topless native women. It also chronicles Tiki theme parks, hotels and cool swinging apartments for the bachelor minature jungles of love. There is some very embarrasingly funny politically incorrect attitudes towards the actual polynesian culture that created the Tiki movement in America.
It seems here in America when ever anything is past a year old its considered garbage and thrown out. To me thats a disgusting attitude and it needs to change. We need to learn from the past. Pretty much we live in a era of conformity and BS like the 50's. It seems we need to loosen our belts again. The Tiki back yard party was a way of shedding the inhibitions both sexually and mentally placed on that generation by their prodecessors. Rockabilly and Rock n' Roll helped the teenager in the 50's shed inhibitions, so the Tiki party did that for the adult. It was a chance to be somebody else and be a kid again. We sorely need that in this day and age. This book is a great read and I plan on buying the bible version of it.