Haven't seen much coverage of this, even though it's been around since 2003. That's when Takashi Murakami illustrated a story by the Japanese musician Yujin Kitagawa about a kind, friendless creature named Keba Keba. The result was an exhibition, a CD, a suite of twelve limited-edition prints--and a children's book, Murakami's first attempt at directing his mad kawaii skillz towards an actual kawaii audience.
Keba Keba [which the pair translates at "Gaudy Tawdry"] floats around seeking friends, and as he gives colors to the needy creatures he meets, he gradually deflates and fades to gray before disappearing altogether. He leaves the world a much more colorful place, but he's dead-- and he never does get any friends.
If Zen self-sacrifice on the altar of the world's ungrateful superficiality and the realization that we're all doomed to die alone is the message, I predict Japanese art hipsters will be the next hot nanny trend.
Otherwise, it sounds like The Giving Tree told from the POV of an underappreciated artist. I started out this post thinking, "Awesome! Murakami for kids!" but now I wonder if it isn't another example of what The Horn editor Roger Sutton says:
The Giving Tree never was a book for children; it was a book for adults charmed by thinking themselves sophisticated for finding such "wisdom" in a kiddie book. Idiots.
Buy Keba Keba for 1,680 yen (about $US13.75) at Amazon Japan, or let one of the duelling robots--Kid Robot or Giant Robot--do the transpacific lifting for you for about twice that. The GR version looks guaranteed to include Marc Jacobs' thoughtful foreward.
