Somebody discovers an oracular computer and and pretty soon everyone is in the consulting business. I am no longer sure how this ties in with TANSTAAFL (there ain't no such thing as a free lunch). My personal dystopian favorite is still 'Moondocks' by Arno Schmidt. Cold War (inured to it) Biedermeier. Synoptic: Not much seems to go on. There is certainly no highflung (we hold the higher ground) freedom fighting. The state of mind is epitomized by 'il faut cultiver son jardin'. The divided backyard in the sky comes with plenty of black humor. Whatever grows naturally. (text click, the BASTEI-LÜBBE cover)
A cantankerous old man, mogul by profession, gets a new lease on life. Some sex change complications (trace amounts of a previous occupant are still present - stranger in a strange body). Some cheerleader secrets are revealed. It is not what you say but how you say it (up to a point). Somewhat flippantly, substantial chunks of the material seem to be lifted either out of a chemist shop's (blood group lore) or a confession story magazine (teenage pregnancies). The telenovella serialization of the Kinsey reports.
The 'J' (fiddlestick) of the James Warhola monogram can be just made out under the stern end 'N' of Heinlein. Stylistic clues: the complementary facial expressions. A good stylistic reference picture is the cover of 'The Sorcerers Aerie' by Paula Volsky.
Beware of interconnected mirrors and down draggers. The resourceful hero uses shoe polish (or something reasonably close) as counter charm. A word of warning, parents may not always buy the cover story. - A good conduct hostage (foreground) has just been mind wiped.