Dash and Dot—husband and wife; self-professed descendants of aliens from the M31 galaxy—are the world’s most in-demand lecturers on the UFO circuit. They live in a decommissioned church in the middle of America, with a radar dish on its steeple and a spaceship in the sanctuary. Their children have the run of the house when Dash and Dot are away. When a couple of UFO groupies show up looking for the extraterrestrial duo, they find instead a nuclear family—or rather, a family gone nuclear—whose comically discomforting world resembles our own as much as it does another world altogether.
This may have been published in the 80's but it's very 60's in attitude. I mean - this guy MUST have been tripping; the narrative as such is constantly broken up with free-association rambling, like he's been pasting in all his unused favourite random phrases that he'd collected during therapy sessions. I've a feeling some will think this a work of genius, others just somewhat over-explicit garbage; me I tend toward the latter view. I must say the narrator gave it everything, so maybe he's in the former camp.