Sorry, not for me, thanks. 

Uhhhhhhh, probably one of my most singularly unpleasant reading experiences I can remember. I think this is the case of maybe just not being the target audience for this. Also, if one takes the "Liner Notes" from the back of the book at face value, the premise for this book, Eurovision but in Space, was bought by a literary agent sight unseen and then the author decided to write a wacko Douglas Adams style joint but with not real consideration for how Adams could structure a joke and how Adams knew, for the love of Christ, to stop a riff when the point had been made. 

I also say I like prose styles that are not "realist" but this was just too much. Why use a modifier when you could use three? Why use a subordinate clause when you could use four? Why come up with an interesting original turn of phrase when you could just snowclone an existing one.?