...it's just so "hal"!  by which i mean intellectually half-assed but just well-written enough to seem otherwise. well, okay, maybe a little upset: addressing the holocaust directly and addressing how the holocaust is addressed are two quite distinct gears for fiction.  and, appropriately, the latter is what recent fiction has most sought to engage, with often fascinating results.  (the umansky story is a perfect example of how this is done right.) No one would argue that the holocaust is, in today's world, a primary source.  that the holocaust is an obsession of american jews (and, btw, germans!) often to the detriment of forward movement on vital moral/political issues (darfur, much?  palestinians, anyone?) is hardly a revelation.  that it still must be negotiated, however, because it is a historical fact (fuck you, Ahmadinejad!), can and does continue to provide wonderful fodder for writers interested in global politics, history, identity, and reality, period.   
and p.s., i don't care how removed you and i might be from the events of 1939-45; if one's parents/grandparents are survivors, that's some heavy, ever-present shit.
also, again, a marked lack of bibliographical backup characterizes this piece -- though i dig the anthologies as much as the next jew.  some vital contemporary holo-caustic writers ignored: shira nayman, melvin jules bukiet, daniel mendelsohn, shalom auslander, rachel kadish, amir gutfreund.  (and yes, i think i just coined the term "holo-caustic"!)
love.