Twenty-three-year-old Ulrich Boschwitz wrote The Passenger at breakneck speed in 1938, fresh in the wake of the Kristallnacht pogroms, and his prose flies at the same pace.

Shot through with Hitchcockian tension, The Passenger is a blisteringly immediate story of flight and survival in Nazi Germany.

Eighty years on, this uncannily prescient tale of a Jewish businessman, forever travelling but going nowhere, is part John Buchan, part Franz Kafka

Softcover 266 pages