Irène Némirovsky fled revolutionary Russia in 1918 with her family. She was 15 years old. The only daughter of a hugely wealthy Jewish businessman and alienated all her life from her hated mother, she was close to her French governess. Everything desirable, culturally, linguistically, imaginatively, was French.
Lev Gottleib is an unusually passive hero, whose life is guided by chance and the passions of others. We first meet him in 1919, when he is the teenage citizen of a generic Poland. Not for long. His whorish stepmother - having taught him to type on a lovingly rendered Kanzler 1B - soon persuades his father to sail for America.
David Rosenberg's brief stop on his road from Auschwitz was the small seaside town of Södertälje, 30 kilometres south of Stockholm, where he pitched up in 1947. He had arrived in Sweden in 1945, in his early twenties, one of 10,000 refugees taken in by the Swedish government immediately after the war.
By Andrés Neuman (Trans: Nick Caistor and Lorenza Garcia) Pushkin Press, £8.99
The son of Argentine émigré musicians, Andrés Neuman was born in Buenos Aires but now lives in Spain. He has written five novels, four books of short stories and this is his third book to be translated.
Three years ago on an especially wet afternoon in Norfolk I was sat around with two cousins. We were laughing and joking about occupations that were going out of fashion. Someone mentioned Nazi hunting and a light went on in my brain. I may even have raised a finger as if to say, "watch this space".