Yiddish Policemen's Union

Reunited in their parents' bed, the Shemets boys set up a whistling and rumbling and a blatting of inner valves that would shame the grand pipe organ of Temple Emanu-El. The boys execute a series of maneuvers, a kung fu of slumber, that drives Landsman to the very limit of the bed. They chop at Landsman, stab him with their toes, grunt and mutter. They masticate the fiber of their dreams. Around dawn, something very bad happens in the baby's diaper. It's the worst night that Landsman has ever spent on a mattress, and that is saying a good deal.

Michael Chabon, the Yiddish Policemen's Union

Going through this one as a work listen again.  I first read it nine or ten years ago, not immediately upon its release, but not long after it, either.

The first Chabon book I went through was The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, which is just a beautiful book, and one of my favorites.

I might like this one just a little more.  Turns of phrase like that are why.....