Martin Fletcher, who is a correspondent for NBC, has written a novel, "The List", which may - or may not - contain elements of his own family's story. He uses the true names of his parents, Georg and Edith, who escaped from Czechoslovakia to London before the beginning of the WW2. They were originally Viennese Jews, and found refuge in the Hampstead area of London. They were married in the early 1940's and eked out a tenuous existence during the war. After suffering one still-birth, when the novel opens in summer of 1945, Edith is pregnant for the second time and news is coming in from the former Nazi-occupied countries about who survived and who didn't.
"The List" is set in both London and Tel Aviv, and the political realities of the British control of Palestine, with all the Jewish refugees who want to settle there, is well-told. In London, after the war, some Britons are chafing at the continuing presence of Jewish refugees, who had settled there before the war. "The war is over", people were saying, "send the Jews back to where they came from". Often, though, "where they came from" no longer existed, due to the war, and the Jews who had left, either by choice of emigration or force of Nazi rule, were usually not welcomed back to their homes and property. Mini pogroms, particularly in Poland, were common after the German surrender and killed many Polish Jews who had survived the horrors of the war, only to be killed when they returned "home".
Edith and Georg, who live in a rooming house in Hampstead with other Jewish refugees, are keeping lists - one each for them - of their relatives who remained in Europe and were caught up in the Holocaust. Names and knowledge were in short supply as many of those who survived the ghettos and the camps, were basically roaming around Europe. Both Georg and Edith knew they had lost most of their family members, though the fate of a few remained unknowable.
The problem with "The List", is that it seems neither fact nor fiction. Martin Fletcher acknowledges to the reader that, while he uses his parents' names, the story is not about them...exactly. There's a bit of a "remove" for the reader who wonders what is true and what isn't true about the story. Perhaps it would have been better for Fletcher to either write a true story of his parents and their lives in England during and after the war, OR, write complete fiction, not using anybody's real name. I vote for the first - the idea of the memoir about his parents, but then again, I like non-fiction a little better than fiction. The story that Martin Fletcher tells, though, is interesting and worth reading, for the pictures of post-war life in London and Palestine.