One might be tempted to name the wolf, but naming is a form of domestication, and neither a Jewish (Chaim) nor a gentile (Stepan) framework for meaning-making can contain or express his wildness.
Kutsher’s memoir is not just a memoir of his life but a memoir of a city long gone. Written originally in Yiddish in 1955 after Kutsher survived the Holocaust and left Poland, it reads more like a yizkor book than a personal memoir.
A valuable feature of Avreml Broide is the chance it offers to take a deep dive into the world of twentieth century radical left activism to understand essentials of the CPUSA as an American subculture.