Penelope Fitzgerald sets her demolition of provincial life, The Bookshop, in Little England. However, I know from experience that it holds good as far afield as provincial China, and I'd guess almost everywhere in between, too.
Although her focus is on the personal, in her understated way Fitzgerald offers a devastating critique of a worn-out society that embraces change only to keep things the way they were. Marxism for the genteel.