I am enjoying the crap out of Penny Dreadful, particularly some of Frankenstein and his monsters babblings.

"Did you really imagine that your modern creation would hold to the values of Keats and Wordsworth? We are men of iron and mechanization now. We are steam engines and turbines. Were you really so naive to imagine that we'd see eternity in a daffodil? Who is the child, Frankenstein, thee or me?"

I also just read Meiville's Embassytown, and absolutely loved the arc of the Ariekei. Common enough theme in literature, the paradigm shift leading to the death of the old ways, but brilliantly handled, I felt, in this book. I imagine the Great Work being akin to lying for the Ariekei.