The Women on Platform Two, by Laura Anthony, discusses reproductive rights through the interconnected lives of three Irish women.
It's an interesting story overall, with a dual-timeline structure, but contains some slightly forced moments. The modern timeline follows Saoirse, a young woman considering if she even wants to have kids, and she bumps into Maura, an older woman taking a train ride with her scrapbook of photos, in commemoration of her own fight for reproductive rights. Ok, so it's pretty contrived. There are way too many perfect coincidences in this book, which really hurts the plot and the overall message.
In the 1960s storyline, a young Maura leaves her job for a marriage to a rich and handsome doctor. Her parents are proud of her for making such a good match, so she's isolated when her perfect husband turns out to be controlling and abusive. Maura becomes friends with Bernie, a butcher's wife who already has daughters and is facing another dangerous pregnancy. (The friends just randomly bump into each other one day, because Maura holds the world record in meet-cutes.) Neither woman wants a pregnancy, both for very strong reasons. Yes, OK, it feels like more of a test case than a novel having the two besties both in need contraception for the most sympathetic, not-a-slut, reasons, but then they randomly bump into a knocked-up teenager who also has a blameless and tragic need for birth control.
Then Maura meets a group of feminist activists fighting for access to contraception, which was illegal in Ireland then, and is suddenly not shy about her abusive marriage anymore, and she immediately becomes the face of the movement, even going on TV to share her story of spousal abuse under her real name. Of course, this causes her parents to react with shame, and she seems caught off guard, which didn’t feel entirely believable. Her husband, Christy, was dangerous and irredeemably awful, but after she goes public, he just disappears from the story. There’s no confrontation or resolution between them, and then, in another too-convenient coincidence, Christy dies just days before he was about to sell their house, leaving Maura financially secure and free from him forever.
It's all a bit much, although I do like when a female protag decides she'll be happy not having children (even if she has to randomly bump into a birth control activist carrying a photo album of her activism to reach this self-discovery). I appreciated the book’s focus on the courage and resilience of these women, but the coincidences and tidy resolutions made parts of it feel a bit forced.