The Snow Ball

When Anna is kissed by a mysterious stranger at a masquerade ball, a heady 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

A feminist remodelling of libertine fervour and passion ... Fiction at its finest. -- Eley Williams

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.

Brigid Brophy