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.
'So original and refreshing.' Hilary Mantel 'Brilliantly seductive ... A witty, sexy, sophisticated treat.' Sarah Waters 'Superb ... Sheer artistic insolence.' Iris Murdoch 'A feminist remodelling of libertine fervour and passion ... Fiction at its finest.' Eley Williams