The Snow Ball

When Anna is kissed by a mysterious stranger at a NYE masquerade ball, a dance of seduction begins. ‘So original and refreshing.’ Hilary Mantel ‘Brilliantly seductive … A witty, sexy, sophisticated treat.’ Sarah Waters ‘Superb … Sheer artistic insolence.’ Iris Murdoch ‘A great novel … A swirling, sumptuous, sensual feast.’ Guardian London, New Year’s Eve. Snow falls on a Georgian mansion, vibrating with the festivities of a masquerade ball within. Middle-aged divorcee Anna stands alone – until the clock chimes midnight and a mysterious figure kisses her on the mouth. Thus begins a dance of seduction charged by clandestine romances swirling around them, whipping the ball into an frenzy of operatic proportions – until the night climaxes, revealing unease beneath the glitter … A scandalous sensation in 1964, Brigid Brophy’s The Snow Ball is ripe to seduce a new generation of readers. ‘I read it in one sitting … Wonderful!’ Claire-Louise Bennett ‘A feminist remodelling of libertine fervour and passion.‘ Eley Williams ‘One of the wittiest British writers of the past half century … A comet in her day.’ Terry Castle