IT is not difficult to find descriptions of the mythical shtetl. One of the most characteristic is that of Abraham Joshua Heschel, scion of a great hasidic family who emigrated from Poland, first to Germany and then to the United States, and became one of the leading theologians of American Judaism. In his lament for the lost world of east European Jewry The Earth is the Lord's, published in 1946, he wrote:

Korets, Karlin, Bratslav, Lubavich, Ger, Lublin—hundreds of little towns were like holy books. Each place was a pattern, a way of Jewishness … The little Jewish communities in Eastern Europe were like sacred texts opened before the eyes of God, so close were the houses of worship to Mount Sinai. In the humble wooden synagogues, looking as if they were deliberately closing themselves off from the world, the Jews purified the souls that God had given them and perfected their likeness to God … Even plain men were like artists who knew how to fill weekday hours with mystic beauty.

His sentiments were echoed, although with a characteristic twist, by the Polish Jewish poet Antoni Słonimski, also the product of a distinguished Jewish lineage, who, in spite of his baptism as an infant, always considered himself a ‘Jew of antisemitic antecedents’. In his ‘Elegia miasteczek żydowskich’ (‘Elegy for the Shtetls’, 1947), he wrote: