Maybe because I was spared the plight of university reading-lists, I ought be free from the special kind of scorn students reserve for scholarly introductions (see other reviews of that little book for examples!). However I long kept from those series, those very short (too much so, maybe) introductions, those key concepts in the humanities, critical idioms - in part no doubt out of snobbishness, a preference for obscurity that could flatter my insecure ego. But I think it might also have to do with an utterly shite 'illustrated introduction' to Wittgenstein I got about a decade ago - all I seem to have gotten out of this is the duck/rabbit aporia, and to this day I speak intermittently of Immanuel Wittgenstein (mixing him up with Wallerstein).
Anyway, this 'critical idiom' series (along with another called 'critical lives' of introductory biographies), I find if not brilliant, then very good at what they do: introducing a concept in 200 pages or less, looking at the main authors, currents and events, and expending on occasion with later historiographical (or critical) debates. Aidan does just that here, and he truly delivers: The book is more or less split in two 'generations', first the one of Coleridge, Wordsworth and Blake, and then that Shelley, Byron and Keats. Day starts by emphasising the continuities between neo-classical, sensibility poets and early romantics. He expectably dwells on the Lyrical Ballads and situate them in their religious and political context, recounting their critical reception in the immediate post-war and in later post-structuralism, going in some depth for those analyses but remaining, throughout, very clear and concise, while using much quotation from the relevant works. He then gives some thought to the 'conservative turn' of the first romantic generation, and turn to the second, contrasting them with their elders, and focusing on their writing rather than their adventurous lives. The book is peppered with allusions to other, more minor authors, and my only regret is that the author does not do more to place it, as I expected, in its european context: passing reference to german romanticism, when the lake-poet's own idealism leaves him no alternative, is all Day is willing to give us.