An encouraging story: A few years ago, I received an email from someone in my father's parents' home town in Poland, asking, solely on the basis of my name, whether I was related to Irving Fineman, the novelist (who was indeed my father). Some people there had gotten hold of a novel he had published in 1933, a fictionalized account of his parents' lives up to their escape from the Russian empire in the early 1890s, shortly before he was born. They wanted to have the book translated into Polish as a contribution to Polish-Jewish relations. I was able to send the man some pictures & documents (and he sent me some), and I managed to find out that there would be no difficulty with the copyright, but the people there have had trouble finding a good translator. I hope it happens.