Lu Xun, probably the exemplar of amazing writers that you've never heard of and that you should read, is also the exemplar of the ideal, well-rounded, all-loathing social critic. Recognizing that most intellectuals, intellectual lapdogs, dogs, and other human beasts are all pretty much assholes, his genius comes from his scathing and often hilarious take-downs on pretty much everyone. These essays, written while he was being hounded in and out of the cultural world of 1920s civil war-riven China, are ostensibly about his childhood, Chinese lore, and weird books he has read, but they very often turn into subtle catechisms against his compatriots and detractors. The closest thing I can compare this too might be Brian O'Nolan's journalism.