The premise of this book sounds like an extrapolation of a Philip K. Dick story of which I forget the name, in which abortion is legal up to age twelve or so, and performed by abortion trucks designed to look like ice cream trucks. It was an effective piece of hallucinatory paranoia, Dick style, but not at all believable, and quite misogynist as I recall. And what you can't sustain for a dozen pages is unlikely to last well in a whole novel.
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As I remember, Joanna Russ threatened to beat up Dick over that one ...
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