Rainbow Jordan is one of those books that I just randomly came across and hadn’t heard of before. It was intriguing to me because of the talent and writing of Alice Childress on the page and the stage, however, so when I found it randomly in a library discard pile and say I could read it in one or two sittings, I gave it a shot.
This book is definitely a book of the time it came out, and doesn’t age as gracefully as it could have but remains a bit of a product of its 1981. It tells the story of Rainbow Jordan, a young woman who is tossed between her careless mother, a foster home that takes her every time her mother disappears with this guy or that guy, and a group of friends with teen pressures and concerns. Rainey is a girl who processes it all with grace and small dreams, if only to get clackers in her hair. She is on the line of adulthood, and struggles with both sides of her age – not yet a woman and not taken seriously and only barely able to take care of herself when mom is gone, and already receiving the attentions and pressures of boys that she tries desperately to hold off for just a little while longer.
It is a great story with strong characterization. My favorite part of the piece is the three different narrators (Rainbow, Josephine the foster parent who runs a clothing and alterations business, and her mother Kathie) and how each sees the same world in such stark differences. The only complaint is that it was written with heavy attention to dialect, details, and a style that only seems like it was going to fit the early eighties to the early nineties and now seems somewhat tacky and ingenuine. Well written for that time, however. It needs to get dusted off, and that aspect will unfortunately make it less and less relevant over time despite the coming of age universality at its core. A good book that I enjoyed, but it is definitely going to remain in the past in a lot of ways.