Irène Némirovsky is a book-club favorite whose reputation has nearly eclipsed her work. Best known for her novel “Suite Fran­çaise,” published posthumously in the United States in 2006, Némirovsky was a critically acclaimed novelist in France before her death in Auschwitz in 1942 at age 39.

The daughter of a Jewish banker who converted to Catholicism shortly before she was captured by the Nazis, she has been honored for her work and criticized for its depiction of the Jewish experience, particularly her 1929 novel “David Golder,” an unflattering portrait of a Jewish banker. (Némirovsky later said that she would “have greatly softened” her rendering if Hitler had been in power when she wrote it. “But I would have been wrong to do so; it would have been a weakness unworthy of a true writer.”)

Two works to be published next week offer insight into this enigmatic writer. In The Mirador (New York Review of Books, $14.95), Élisabeth Gille, one of Némirovsky’s two daughters, imagines her mother’s life in a fictional memoir — a remarkable feat, since her mother died when Gille was 5. But Gille, who spent World War II in hiding and later became a book editor in France, manages to conjure up a vivid, believable picture of her mother’s inner life as well as the tumultuous world that shaped her.

From cocoon to Auschwitz

Némirovsky spent most of her early life cocooned in wealth in pre-Bolshevik Kiev — a “toboggan of a city, warm and gay, crisscrossed with alleyways and staircases” — and spent much of her later years in exile and fear. “The Mirador” ends as Némirovsky is composing “Suite Française” and pondering her demise: “What’s the use? All too often, I am even more afraid for my books than I am for myself,” Gille imagines her thinking.

We will never know whether the “The Mirador,” originally published in France in 1992, is an accurate reflection of her mother’s feelings and observations. Nonetheless, the book stands as a nuanced, eloquent portrait of a complicated woman.

Némirovsky’s novel All Our Worldly Goods (Vintage, $14.95) was originally published as a magazine serial under a pseudonym. It did not appear in its entirety until 1947, after Némirovsky’s French publisher believed it was safe to do so. The book, a sweeping drama that takes place in a small French town, tells the tale of two families on opposite ends of the social spectrum brought together by love and war. In fewer than 300 pages, it covers more than two decades of feuding and reconciliation set against a backdrop of political uncertainty and suffering. Given the circumstances of its creation, the novel’s mix of lyricism and cynicism is especially compelling: “The heavens leaned gently down towards the devastated land, the cities in flames, the poor men who had no food, no shelter,” Némirovsky writes. “It lavished its perfumed air and the brightness of its stars on them, in vain; no one looked up at them.”

From our previous reviews

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