Unlike other abortion propaganda pieces written by closed-minded anti-life authors, this novel written by pro-abortion Plum not only chronicles the despair of an abortion zealot with psychological issues who goes on a hunger strike to support the killing of the unborn and the harming of women, but also illustrates a relatively fair description of a genuine feminist prolife activist.
Angela Peterson, the first-person narrator, documents her body’s trauma during her hunger strike to bring attention to the conviction of the abortionist for whom she worked. Halfway through the novel, the reader learns how futile her effort is because even the abortionist for whom Angela worked knows that her hunger strike is unnecessary, as relayed by the physician tending her during her strike: “I thought you should know she said that. Those were her words. It's not necessary” (94; italics in original).
Much more interesting is Angela’s psychological trauma, which supports the claim that abortion activists could easily go to the extreme of killing themselves since they have no compunction about harming women and killing unborn babies in abortion.
Angela is a sad sack of an abortion zealot because of many factors. The lack of a solid heterosexual family unit is conveyed to the reader two-thirds of the way into the narrative. She never knew her father: “I had personally wondered whether my dad was alive or dead, since he didn't exactly exist” (118). Her mother committed suicide when she was eighteen (140). Her attitude towards sexuality is typically self-centered instead of the mutual act of love which obtains between a husband and wife. Discussing her sexual activity with one of her lovers, she says that “what we liked about each other was fucking. Or fucking was the only door to whatever we liked. I didn’t mind. I think I was happy [....] Sleeping with other people was more to pass the time, test the waters, get out of a stupid moment” (76).
Angela’s other depressing personality traits punctuate the novel. She recognizes that “that’s the sort of thing that takes over my brain. Just junk, like thoughts that don't mean anything, nothing's happening” (25). She reduces her life to “I used to be a cool story but I fucked it up, the one thing I was good at, forever” (90), and for that reason “nothing I say even matters” (91). In talking with a reporter, Angela specifies her identity as “Anorexic slut starves herself to death for boss who would rather have fired her” (102; italics in original). The most pathetic trait is that Angela, who rarely mentions God except to argue His being, thinks she is alone in the world: “Come to think of it, no one's here to help me [....] I am here by myself. I am alone here” (109), probably because she is perceived as having a martyr complex, as when a fellow abortion clinic worker urges Angela to “grow up. Stop pretending like you're some sort of martyr for the cause” (114).
Moreover, Angela comes across as an intellectual empty barrel, and, if the maxim is accurate that empty barrels make the most noise, then Angela’s heavy use of the “I” pronoun and frequent introspection make her a twin to other empty-headed (and similarly verbose) abortion zealots like Ketanji Brown Jackson or Kamala Harris. Consider this gem of nothingness:
“It's not hard to understand. What I'm doing, it's simple. There's something better, something that's possible, and maybe you can clear the way to it because maybe you're part of what's blocking the path. Because there's nothing we're all not part of. Everything good and everything bad” (176).
The stream of consciousness mode of Plum’s 214 pages and the often ambiguous lines of Angela’s extraction from the abortion business into a hospital could make for tedious reading, but there is one redeeming feature: the depiction of Janine, who is apparently one of the leaders of the prolife protesters outside Angela’s abortion clinic.
Janine, a dynamic character who is well-mannered throughout the novel (but it is evident that she had an “angry” past as Angela had), is rendered as a fair character. She is not the standard anti-“choice” evil monster that other pro-abortion authors always classify prolife women, and the fairness of this character is evident in several instances.
Janine’s compassion is evident when she talks about why Angela is angry:
“’I can hear your pain,’ Janine said. ‘You're feeling their pain, and your own pain as a woman, and it’s filling you with anger. That's what you'll understand when you join the side of life. You can love and serve God’s creation instead of destroying the most innocent among us. Trust me. I'm not angry anymore” (45).
Although Angela tries to confuse her regarding abortions for rape and incest, Janine’s reply is rational and consistent with prolife ethics:
“What do you tell the young girls who’ve been raped and impregnated by their dad or their uncle?”
“That they don't have to suffer more harm. They don't have to harm themselves and their child, their suffering is over now.” (50-1)
Finally, Janine does not use the methods of other abortion clinic protesters from a previous generation, but the newer, compassionate ones of the current generation of prolife activists: “’We disagree,’ she said. ‘I respect that they're on the side of life. But their strategies aren't very effective or inclusive or loving toward women’” (147).
Such a positive depiction of a prolife activist is rare to find from an author like Plum who wrote in the Acknowledgments, “Endless gratitude to all who provide abortion care and fight for access to abortion” (unpaginated 215). It’s almost as though Plum is a prolife plant in the anti-life writing community who bucks the woke and virulently pro-abortion New York publishing houses.
Fortunately, prolifers can use Plum’s novel to assist their pro-abortion friends to realize that abortion harms (and sometimes kills) women, always kills unborn babies, and alienates fathers who want to love both mother and child by proposing a simple solution for people like Angela who are out-of-touch with reality. Angela claims that she is undergoing a hunger strike because “I’m like protesting on behalf of future patients who are ideas of people [....] I’m talking about the IDEA of these people but not specific actual real people in their own specific situations” (123-4; italics and capitalization in original).
Thus, to prevent Angela and other pro-abortion zealots from killing themselves, instead of focusing on concepts (political or otherwise), they should focus on people—real human beings who suffer with untimely pregnancy and reject abortion when they know that they have resources to do so.
This simple solution would mean that abortion zealots like Angela would have to work for a crisis pregnancy center instead of an abortion business. Changing their employment may be just the thing to give them a purpose in life which is creative and not (self)destructive.