"Delusions of grandeur" come to mind: At some point in the course of that year, my younger son and his classmates wrote poems about their parents, immortalizin

"Delusions of grandeur" come to mind: At some point in the course of that year, my younger son and his classmates wrote poems about their parents, immortalizing their most salient aspects and traits, and in my son’s poem I am depicted, arrested for an instant in the midst of the eternity it must have seemed to him, “reading Finnegans Wake.” If in his poem he erected a kind of statue to his father, then Finnegans Wake was the pigeon that had come to roost on my hat. “What’s it about?” the same boy asked me, not long after the omnipresent bird had first alighted on the paternal tricorne. p.s. I didn't look at the article's author until I finished it, and I cannot believe he is the writer of something as good as "Kavalier & Clay"... Maybe Chabon wrote in an obnoxious way to mirror the obnoxiousness of FW.