Just finished, The Passenger by Ulrich Boschwitz
it's a novel written in 1938 in the month after Kristallnacht, portraying a Jewish businessman trying to get out of Germany.
it starts off brilliantly, real menace and paranoia flowing from the page, flags badly in the middle as he's just fucking about on trains for a 100 pages or so and loses his mind. Some of the set pieces are excellent.
it's okay. Fascinating as a contemporary first person perspective on Germany at the time, only alright as a pot boiler novel.
The author also fled Germany and the brits interred him for the war, as it was coming to an end they stuck him on a ship from Oz to the UK which was torpedoed. Poor fella.