In 1974, the newly released book of the great Yiddish novelist and master of the short story Isaac Bashevis Singer was reviewed by one Alan Lelchuk. Bashevis Singer, a rabbi’s son raised in Warsaw, had a particular knack for describing and memorializing pre-war Poland— from bakers’ daughters flirting over yeasty baskets of rolls, to the smells and sounds, both foul and sensual, of Krochmalna Street, the chaotic heart of the Jewish ghetto, t