Finally got round to Irene Nemirovsky's Suite Francaise. And... it is almost entirely unremarkable. Given the laudatory reviews, I was expecting something brilliantly written, genuinely harrowing and insightful about the war. Instead I get a rather limp, dated (unsurprisingly) satire of French manners and class. Had this not been 'undiscovered' for so many years, and had been published at the time, I don't think it would have been remembered as being that great.