Men have more straightforward relationships. They don’t hang up phones in a huff with each other. They don’t feud and not speak for months over insignificant issues. Men don’t weep at something another man says. Or hate them for years because of it… Ruth Rothwax runs a successful letter-writing business and has just branched out into a new greeting card line. She likes women, but she doesn’t like the way they can be so competitive with each other. She’s thinking of starting a group for smart women to encourage and care about each other, so they’ll collectively gain more power for themselves and others. And Ruth’s always believed she practises what she preaches.
But Ruth’s about to meet the woman who will turn her assumptions of sisterly solidarity on their head-a buxom sixty-something with one eye for business and another for Ruth’s father…You Gotta Have Balls is Lily Brett’s funniest novel to date, and demonstrates in laugh-out-loud prose a writer whose brilliance for tragedy is rivalled only by her genius for comedy.