Fur Alma By Miklos Steinberg May 2026

That line devastates not because it is cruel, but because it is true. Steinberg understands that objects outlive our intentions for them. A coat meant to warm a bride becomes a relic, then a curiosity, then a costume. Alma’s soul, her alma , is not in the sable—it is in the decision to keep it, to hide it, to never quite let go.

“She never wore it,” David recalls. “But she never sold it. It was the one thing she refused to sacrifice.” What makes Fur Alma remarkable is not its plot—which is, by Steinberg’s design, skeletal—but its relationship to texture and temperature. The story is obsessed with the sensation of cold. Alma’s journey from Vienna to Budapest to a displaced persons’ camp to the Bronx is rendered not in dates or border crossings but in chapped hands, frozen pipes, and the way her breath plumes in unheated train cars. Fur Alma By Miklos Steinberg

The coat, then, is a paradox: a symbol of the warmth she never allows herself to feel. Late in the story, David tries it on. It is too large for him, and the fur, now brittle, sheds onto his sweater. “I looked like a monster,” he says, “or a child playing dress-up in a dead woman’s skin.” That line devastates not because it is cruel,

And that is why, nearly forty years after its publication, readers still open Steinberg’s slim volume and find themselves, inexplicably, reaching for a coat they have never owned. wrote three story collections and one novel, The Silence of Boilers . Fur Alma is widely considered his masterpiece. A new critical edition, with an introduction by Nicole Krauss, is forthcoming from Archipelago Books. Alma’s soul, her alma , is not in