I feel like I'm 10-15 years late to this party, but this book was a good time! This book had already shaped (inter?)modernist studies (or New Modernist Studies?) by the time I was in grad school, and so reading *A Shrinking Island* felt both familiar and revelatory. I wanted to read it because I'm working on a project that incorporates the New Left cultural studies guys like Raymond Williams and Richard Hoggart, and Esty gets there, but I really loved his treatment of Forster, Woolf, Eliot, plus Sam Selvon, Doris Lessing, George Orwell, Graham Greene--as my dissertation co-supervisor would say approvingly, "there are a lot of texts." He takes a counter-intuitive approach to some of the most privileged terms in my field of study--the metropolitan, the cosmopolitan--and sort of looks at them upside down, almost? via the development of an anthropological literary method. It felt like a new, cool perspective for this interwar-to-postwar period of British (English) lit that is often undervalued. It might just be that I haven't read a recent-ish monograph so squarely about literary studies in a while, but it was decent bedtime reading for a month or two.