Fur Alma By Miklos Steinberg May 2026

The coat, we learn, was purchased in 1938. Not as a luxury, but as a betrothal gift. Alma’s fiancé, a Viennese doctor named László, bought it from a Jewish furrier who would later vanish. László himself would disappear into a labor camp. Alma, pregnant with another man’s child (David’s father, a pragmatic baker she married for papers), kept the coat anyway.

There is a moment in Fur Alma —the Hungarian-born author’s most quietly devastating story—when the narrator’s mother opens a mildewed steamer trunk in a Bronx walk-up. Inside, wrapped in acid-free paper that has yellowed to the color of old teeth, lies a sable coat. The mother does not touch it. She simply stares. Then she closes the lid. Fur Alma By Miklos Steinberg

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. The coat, we learn, was purchased in 1938

In the end, Fur Alma is not a story about the Holocaust. It is not a story about immigration or poverty or even love. It is a story about what we carry, and what carries us, long after the reason for carrying has turned to dust. László himself would disappear into a labor camp

Critics have long debated whether the coat represents the lost László, the lost Europe, or simply the lost ability to grieve properly. Steinberg, who never gave interviews, left no letters explaining his intentions. But his longtime editor, Miriam Gold, once noted that the author kept a single photograph in his study: a woman in a dark coat, standing on a cobblestone street, her face turned away from the camera. Fur Alma ends not with a catharsis but with a whisper. David donates the coat to a costume shop. The last line: “Somewhere in Queens, a stranger will wear my mother’s ghost to a party, and she will not even know it.”