I read a delicate, poetic, gripping and depressing novel about German lives during the persecution of the Jews before and after the First World War, the starvation of the German population between the wars, and the appalling administrative tortures of Stalinism, and reviewed it over on Vulpes Libris. Yes, I didn’t like The End of Days by Jenny Erpenbeck, and yes, it’s very good indeed. It won the Independent Foreign Fiction Prize for 2015, and was translated beautifully by Susan Bernofsky.