I lucked into this book sometime in mid 2008. I found it in one of those shops with the big yellow and black "discount books" signs. I'd never heard of it, never seen it before, and ended up buying it for $18 simply because I'd recently bought South Pacific: Island Music. Music from Oceania, the freak luck of finding this book new for such a cheap price, and here I am writing this review.
Why 4 stars? The number one reason is ignorance. My own. This book is huge. It doesn't take much imagination to realize it'd be capable of blunt force trauma, were it called on to carry out such duty. The range of topics... the range of lands... the range of peoples... when it comes to the adornments, pipes, weapons, tools, decorated skulls, etc... of Oceania I don't even know enough to know how much I don't know. I don't know enough to be able to accurately tell someone what this book does and/or does not do well.
So why do I care? For me the book is a pictorial journey into the lives of peoples I'll never know, and peoples who in some cases no longer exist, and/or they exist genetically, but the old ways, songs, stories, carvings, beads, earrings, etc... are gone. I'll always be an outsider to the items in this book. They'll never be able to have the generations of meaning to me that they had to their societies, but I still enjoy (no matter how superficially) seeing the physical manifestations of their cultures.
Where does my imagination go with this book? As much as it pains me to say it, I envision a time in the human future where the trappings of the Western World (even if that be in China, Malaysia, etc...) have collapsed. It'll be due to many factors, and will progress at varying speeds, for varying reasons in varying places. The New Dark Ages, but much worse and much more widespread. Billions of people will die... hundreds of millions more than die in terrible conditions every year now. I envision what I think of as a remicronization of culture. No longer will your lettuce be trucked in from 1,000 miles away. No longer will people look towards celebrities for guidance. No longer will granite countertops and brand new stainless steel appliances be seen as a necessity by such a large segment of the modern population. The modern world will descend into unimaginable horror and chaos where things are infinitely harder than they were a thousand years ago simply because the knowledge is gone. The music is gone. Community is gone. The entire societal concept of having everything brought, produced, piped in, subsidized, etc... from external forces will be OVER. It is in that wake that the next human world will flounder and try to start over.
When people are struggling to survive as much in spirit as in physical health, I can see books like this taking on a new role. Call it one of the sparks of the New Mythologies. In all these thousands of isolated pockets of humanity where there is no knowledge of the natural world and its medicines and foods, where there is no one who plays any instrument at all (or can even keep rhythmically adept time via hands, voices, feet), or weaves, paints, sculpts, carves, etc... I can see one of the members of a band finding this book as she/he rummages through the wastes of society long gone.
The images in this (and other books like it, no matter what the cultures) book could be part of what those future humans use to build up new cultural wealth... part of what they use to sustain their inner lives when everything is gone, taken from them when the lights went out, when the food reached the breaking point, when fresh water became as or more scarce than humans heve ever known, etc...
Even for right now, I could see this book being quite an inspiration to everyone from jewelry makers to tattoo artists (and collectors) to painters, etc... Just imagine yourself Picasso visiting the Trocadéro and seeing all those masks and carvings from Africa. This is the hand-held (sorta. very big, bulky book), Oceanic version of that.