What is noticeable, if only by its absence, is literature about the war being written in the years immediately following the war.

This reminds me (because I learned it recently) that John Van Druten's The Voice of the Turtle (1943), which at the time of its West End transfer in 1947 was still running to critical and commercial success on Broadway, completely failed transatlantically because it turned out that London audiences did not want to see the reminder of an explicitly wartime play.