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.