A Picaresque Tale Laid Among New England's Hills and Streams
Miss Forbes is in love with New England, and ["Rainbow on the Road"] is her confession and her declaration. It is, to be sure, about New England of a century ago, but much of it is familiar, both the appearance and the character. This view of New England is a welcome change from current fashion—early autumns or desire under the elms or last puritans or George Apleys—and it is a long time since we have had a book that delighted in the granite ledges and the noisy brooks and the little white villages and the flavor of the villages….
"Rainbow on the Road" is a picaresque novel. As with most picaresque novels, the story itself is not very important….
Ruby Lambkin comes to dominate the book, though not wholly. If Miss Forbes owes little to Freud, she owes much to Hawthorne, and this is a sort of picaresque Marble Farm situation. Everywhere Jude goes he hears tell of Ruby Lambkin:
Ruby Lambkin is my name
In breaking jails I've won my fame
I give to poor and steal from rich
No law of man's can hold me.
There were many other verses, as many as there were adventures, real or imagined. He was (so at least Jude thought), a sort of Robin Hood; he represented much that Jude himself wished to be and to have—freedom and adventure and love and sense of power. Jude looked like the famed Ruby, and soon he was identifying himself with Ruby. At first it was something of a joke…. In time it came to be an obsession….
This sounds like a bit of heavy weather, but it is not. What is memorable about "Rainbow on the Road" is the humor and the good humor, the high spirits, the sense of the richness of life and the beauty of the land. There are stories that are inevitably destined for a hundred anthologies…. There is a whole gallery of characters, Jude's wife Mitty, so firm and angular and righteous; the relatives who would never invite Jude in until they were sure he had brought along a ham; the assorted squires and tavern keepers and peddlers and Shakers and sheriffs and teachers—many of whom can be met in New Hampshire or Vermont today. And there is, on every page, that almost sensuous feeling for the countryside, for the birch trees and the willow trees and the willows and the elms, for the changing skies and the changing seasons.
Henry Commager, "A Picaresque Tale Laid Among New England's Hills and Streams," in New York Herald Tribune Book Review (© I.H.T. Corporation; reprinted by permission), January 31, 1954, p. 3.
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