Do you remember Tiki? That slightly frightening carved-wood divinity from the 1960s? Recently, I went to the quai Branly museum to see the exhibit Tiki Pop: America imagines its own Polynesian paradise, which is all about the American obsession for South Pacific culture from the 1940s to the 60s. I do personally own a muumuu dress, and I have a vague memory of tiki mugs and tiki torches. And the hut-like architecture styles displayed in the exhibit looked familiar to me once there. But how could I have known who Don the Beachcomber was before I was even born?