Tooth and Claw is the Victorian comedy of manners... with dragons! (Oh, when will someone write the Victorian comedy of manners... in space!)
I started this a month ago or so--whenever I finished Trollope's Framley Parsonage, which is the foundation novel of this--but soon put it down as unsatisfying in some way. Was it because the plot seemed so similar to Trollope's? Yes, in part (more fool me for reading the Trollope first), though what actually sunk it at first for me was that the characters were almost as broad as Trollope's.
I enjoyed some of the world-building issues here having to do with Victorian dragons--those without protection get eaten, a rather literal distillation of the violence implicit in the Victorian system. ("Help, help, I'm being repressed.")
But in practice, I felt somewhat let down by the main through-line of the novel; no surprise to note that a comedy of manners is concluded in happy marriages for all, but did it have to be so "we found treasure and now can get married!" happy?
More interesting for me, as usual, were the embroidered edges: dragons rule after ousting a human, machine-aided conquest and now dragons have some machine (like trains)--but do they have other technological and scientific advances? And female dragons have hands rather than claws, so it stands to reason that most experimental scientists would be women dragons in this world--I wish I had read the mashup between "Victorian dragons" and Wells's woman-can-be-scientists novel Ann Veronica.