You have to be a very special author specialising in a particular theme to get your own adjective: Kafka worked out that things were really weird, Shakespeare was obsessed with power, Orwell knew they were watching you. All are relevant today. But if you're looking for the best writerly word to sum up the times in which we live, you really can't go past Dickensian.
It usually goes next to words such as "squalor", "conditions" and "filth". It seems to sum up the state of things rather neatly.
Consider some recent phenomena, from considerably more recently than Dickens' time. More than 5000 people in Havelock North became ill when the town's public water supply became contaminated. According to the Guardian, although national pollution standards allow for one polluted day a year, in 2015 Christchurch had eight such days and Timaru had 26.
Child, Youth and Family told a landlord and grandmother who reported two children living in "a 'filth pile' littered with cigarette butts, dirty dishes and animal and human faeces" that their concerns were not high priority.
A Wellington cleaner who couldn't bring himself to tell his wife that they and their three children were being evicted after falling behind in their rent set fire to the house. He was charged with arson.