Take war (& war stories) for instance. The socially acceptable thing to say about war is that it’s bad. I know of no written description of utopia that includes it as a feature.
Try E. R. Eddison’s “The Worm Ouroboros”, and his “Mezentian Gate” trilogy. Or the Valhalla of Norse mythology (although as far as I know, no stories happen there, any more than they do in the Christian heaven).
“Thou O Queen canst scarcely know our grief; for to thee the blessed Gods gave thy heart’s desire: youth for ever, and peace. Would they might give us our good gift, that should be youth for ever, and war; and unwaning strength and skill in arms. Would they might but give us our great enemies alive and whole again. For better it were we should run hazard again of utter destruction, than thus live out our lives like cattle fattening for the slaughter, or like silly garden plants.”
Try E. R. Eddison’s “The Worm Ouroboros”, and his “Mezentian Gate” trilogy. Or the Valhalla of Norse mythology (although as far as I know, no stories happen there, any more than they do in the Christian heaven).