This is a novel about a dictator who takes over the UK, Hitler style, in the late '60s and the media saturated public rolling over and accepting it as socialism: presumably a nod to the South American. South East Asian, and African fauxialists who formed their own dictatorships of personality in the years after the war.
Why, then, set the first half of the book in Tuscany? Answer: Because Raymond spent some time there and presumably wanted to use that experience in a novel. Problem is, although we see what fascism did as the village folk remember the bad old days of Mussolini, the two parts of the book read like two different novels. If you write about the rise of fascism though the eyes of a political journalist, surely it is expedient to set it in England? There is a contrast between the white heat of Italy and the vicious drizzle of England, but when the strongest passage in the book is a memory of the time that the locals, as Mussolini toppled, strung up the local teenage fascisti commandante, you wonder if Raymond should've written another book.
The details of the new England are precise (the petty bullying, the ruins, the lack of food or maintenance, new car registration plates), but some of the dialogue is poor. e.g:
"I don't think you'd be at all wise to go home Ricardo."
"Don't worry, I’m not going"
"That's right. All your friends are here. We're all very fond of you and your wife here. You work hard and you don't put on any airs."
"We're both fine here. We're very happy."
"That's right. Another drink? On me."
"No thanks. I've got the shopping to do."
"Be seeing you then."
This is like a GCSE English student’s use of dialogue to move a scene forward. The protagonist, Richard, is also quite annoying with his macho ways, hatred of gays and bizarre misogyny. His girlfriend is a total flat character, wanting only a baby, which Richard refuses to 'give' to her and he writes an unpleasant scene of a holidaying Englander who has the temerity to squeeze her operation-scarred 50-something body into a bikini. Winston Smith is a far better flawed hero. By the end, Richard is similarly beaten by the system but there are no gas chambers here, it's far more English and refined. The book remains a warning against fascist wannabes, Lidl dictators, Donald Trump, people who are voted in by fools, and inadvertently supported by people who leave it too late to do anything about them.