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The snow ball


First published in 1964, ‘The Snow Ball’ is arguably Brigid Brophy’s most brilliant fictional performance, consummately melding her avid interests in opera, sexuality, and psychology. It is New Year’s Eve in London. The occasion is a costume ball on an 18th-century theme in the grand London residence of Tom and four-times-married Anne. Anna K attends alone, dressed as Donna Anna from Mozart’s Don Giovanni, unhappily preoccupied by her age and appearance and a general distaste for the occasion.

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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

What Readers Are Saying:
An ornate masterpiece. Sensual, wicked, clever; its dark heart glittering. So pleasurable and original and weird.

Takes the heady, lusty, excitement that comes with new love and mingles it with the exuberance, decadence, and hedonism of NYE … A short swirling treat.

A perfect little masterpiece, an opera in paperback … I was seduced and I hoped and I flinched and I laughed and I admired.

The lovechild of Angela Carter and Virginia Woolf: trippy and fluid, existential and erotic, funny and witty: a hedonistic comedy of manners.

I think I love this crazy little book .. Super sexy … Made me hoot out loud with glee for the language and audacity.

Oh man, this was a lot of fun. Such a strong sense of intelligence and wit behind every sentence.

Additional information

Weight 0.189 kg
Dimensions 19.8 × 12.9 × 1.3 cm












823.914 (edition:23)


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