Red Dust, White Snow

Pan Huiting lives and works in Singapore. After studying Fine Art at Nanyang Technological University, Singapore, she completed a Master of Arts in Singapore and a Master of Research in Fine Art at the Royal College of Art, London. Huiting has taught courses in global art and art criticism at Nanyang Technological University and has displayed her art in exhibitions across Singapore and London. Red Dust, White Snow is her debut novel.

'Caught between the tense strictures of a dystopian future and ever-thrilling flights into an imagined past, Pan Huiting's Red Dust, White Snow is a dizzying, inventive, page-turning debut' -Daryl Qilin Yam, author of Lovelier, Lonelier, nominated for the 2023 Dublin Literary Prize'Red Dust, White Snow is a work of sprawling imagination and luminous writing. Full of heady oneiric visions, it takes you into a world that's both recognisable and familiar, and also uncannily strange. A wild ride, it marks Pan Huiting out as a real talent to watch' -Eli Lee, author of A Strange and Brilliant Light, winner of the Writers' Guild of Great Britain's Best First Novel Award'An eerie, engaging, extended parable about the launch of a dreamworld, and the longings it mirrors of the all-too-real world we live in now' -Gwyneth Jones, author of Bold as Love, winner of the Arthur C. Clarke Award'Tantalizing, poignant and compelling, Pan Huiting's Red Dust, White Snow is a luminous spell of a novel about the escapes of technology that delivered me firmly and thrillingly back into myself' -Katie Williams, author of Tell the Machine GoodnightDreamlike, playful, lush. Pan Huiting manages to depict the dangers and pleasures of a life lived online without finger-wagging or condescending' -Lynda Clark, author of Beyond Kidding and Dreaming in Quantum'Invoking the social alienation of Haruki Murakami's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Huiting creates a world whose characters search desperately for self in an ever-more-virtual landscape. Red Dust, White Snow holds a mirror up to the imaginary lives that captivate and enslave us - then forces us to look' -Carole Stivers, author of The Mother Code