The Wig My Father Wore

I simply couldn't get through this, though my guess is that this has everything to do with me.
"The Wig My Father Wore" seems to be a book very much written for an Irish audience. I never felt like I knew what was going on, that I was missing just about every joke and idea.

Don't ask me what this book was about. I have no idea, really, but it's something like this: A horny angel moves in with a young woman who works for a TV show similar to The Dating Game. He keeps dying again. Her father has always worn a ratty wig. He has Alzheimer's. Pretty soon all the hair falls off the woman's body, and when the angel touches her breast, her nipple disappears. She worries that he will touch her navel and take it away, too. She likes her navel. The angel becomes a contestant on the game show and gets blown into the airways. The end.

Either the author was trying to be weird for the sake of being weird, or she thought she was writing something smart and avant garde. Whatever.

Am i the only one not to of found much of a plot with this!!!!

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"The angel rang at my door with an ordinary face on him and asked for a cup of tea, as was his right."