Ilium, Dan Simmons
The Iliad recast within a science fiction setting bordering on fantasy, as hyper-technological gods from another dimension recreate the events of the Iliad with a terraformed Mars for a stage and apparently a community of "Eloi" on an otherwise abandoned Earth, while cyborgs from beyond the Asteroid Belt come to investigate the hubbub. Readable as crack, with erratic writing mixing formal prose, smartass grad student humor, and random classical references. Definitely a guilty pleasure, though you'd have to be a blind inmate of the SF gulag to conflate the depth of the source material with the lack of depth of Simmons' work.

Hey Nostradamus!, Douglas Coupland
Coupland goes a bit gentle and the result is marvelous, sincere, and affecting.

Dead Air, Iain Banks
Iain Banks channels a bit of Mil Millington with a story of a verbally profuse intellectual shock jock with a risky romantic life. Just as the protagonist is happy to listen to himself, Banks has shown in this and in his previous, non-fiction book, that he's a bit too happy to watch himself write. The result is engaging and pleasant but ultimately tiresome. It's nice to see Banks do something different twenty fine books into his career, but this direction is not promising, or at least not to my taste.

Papal Sin, Garry Wills
Garry Wills argues thoroughly and convincingly that the institution of the Catholic Pope, through its doctrine of infallibility both formal and informal, is intellectually and temporally dishonest and profoundly corruptive, with horrifyingly destructive consequences for hundreds of millions of people.