"Oh, yes, yes, I know: cities have been pillaged, countries ruined. Yes, I know the position of Property is always on its back. But still, it is not so very despicable to belong. I admit belonging, being owned is always sad. You think that is a peculiar word to apply to tragedy? You think “sad” is an inadequate word for a historical force? But I do not speak of the property of capitalism, the historical sort that is discussed at the cocktail parties of the world.
The Property I speak of is the self. The self that does not belong, is not owned by itself but by others. By another. This Property is the self which is sold because its position is on its back, because it is starving, dying of thirst, it is suffering the torments of plague, civil war, and sadness. And when the self is dying of thirst, it is not unusual for a canteen to be accepted in trade. Particularly when what is sold has never belonged to itself."
"It’s said that a woman’s life is merely preparation for the primal nine-month wait. Whatever the reason, they do it well. Sometimes they drink or bite their fingernails down to the wrist. They count stars and initials and wait: for something to happen, for something to pass, to change, to begin, to end. In wide cotton blouses beside empty cradles there is the wait for a child; in black and veils there is the wait for death. In bathrobes and with painted eyes, with the counting of stars and the turning of glossy magazine pages, there is the wait for him, for the man. There is always the wait for him."
I recently spent some time at an amusement park with my grandchildren, and I noticed an interesting phenomenon which appeared almost prevalent with the youth that wandered through the establishment. Many of the young women were dressed in black, covered in tattoos, and exhibited various forms of metal piercing their bodies. In many cases, those young ladies were being more or less dragged around by a young man who was similarly attired, and I couldn't help wonder if those young ladies chose to defile their own bodies or was it a choice placed upon them.
Property Of was Alice Hoffman's first novel published in 1977, and it generally addresses the same concern fifty years earlier, but instead of using outward body modification which appears to be popular today, her novel relates more to gang associations and substance abuse. In many ways, however, it all boils down to the same thing, and that is "Do many women end up in a circumstance where they do things for the wrong reasons because they are being controlled, sometimes abusively, by men?" I believe it happens more than we think.
I believe for a first novel, author Hoffman wrote a very inciteful story, on a subject which took some courage to address. There are many people who will read this novel, and not understand the core message, or, if they do, will be so offended that they will hate the novel. For me, however, it made me realize that there are some very sad situations in this world and there are way too many people that experience a living nightmare everyday in trying to please or simply trying to survive.
Primarily the story is about a young girl (I don't believe she is ever named) who tells her story about her life on the streets in New York City as part of a gang called The Orphans and her turbulent relationship with its leader McKay. Although there are a number of other characters, the story always comes back to those two, and how the protagonist centers her life around her domineering and, sometimes, abusive boy friend causing the reader to wonder, "How far will she go for love?"
A penetrating and intelligent novel, particularly considering that it was her first.