Can the content of a book be entirely untouched by the circumstances of its writing? Surely not, and Final Solution is poignant for being shot through with the sense of an ending - tragically, David Cesarani did not live to see its publication.
Ian Buruma's moving love letter to his grandparents' memory is evocative and absorbing. I can just remember his grandparents - friends of my grandparents, though half-a-generation younger, and a whole generation more English.
I have been conducting exhaustive, and often exhausting, field research into New York delis for 35 years. The Carnegie was my first, and its Brobdingnagian chopped liver sandwiches sufficient for two Brits - perhaps one-and-a-half British Jews- were my introduction to noshing, US style.
Investigative journalist Ingrid Carlberg's biography of Raoul Wallenberg, the young Swedish diplomat who faced down the Gestapo and rescued Jews in Budapest during the murderous months of 1944 when Hungary came under Nazi occupation, follows quite closely on the heels of that by historian Bengt Jangfeldt.
My Aunt Manya by José Patterson (Matador, £6.99) is the story of 10-year-old Sarah, sent unaccompanied to New York to escape the Russian pogroms. She endures stinking conditions in steerage, assists with the birth of a baby, learns English from a kind, fellow passenger and confronts a final challenge on Ellis Island before finding a new home.