WELCOME HOME, STRANGER

After a decade away, a woman heads home to Maine to grapple with a resentful sister, a naughty ex-boyfriend, midlife hormones, and sundry personal demons.

Journalist Rachel Calloway, the narrator of Christensen’s eighth novel, is a self-described “middle-aged childless recently orphaned menopausal workaholic.” Her life, she announces, is “hell.” By day, Rachel chronicles the ravages of climate change, and by night retreats to the Washington, D.C., condo she shares with her former husband (who has ALS) and his boyfriend. The marriage ended when Rachel found the men in bed together, but while she has forgiven all, the boyfriend wants her out of the condo almost as much as her “evil little lickspittle rodent of a newly appointed editor in chief” wants her out of her job. That’s more than enough drama to juice a plot right there, but in this smart yet unfocused novel, it’s just distracting backstory. The real action begins when Rachel’s narcissistic mother dies and leaves her a house in Portland, Maine. As Rachel’s plane descends “over thick pine forests rolling to meet the hard metallic skin of the Atlantic Ocean, glinting in the sunlight,” readers will instantly grasp that Christensen is serving up a dreamy new life for her embattled heroine in a postcard-pretty locale. Granted, complications abound. Rachel’s sister, Celeste, frequently berates her for not helping nurse their mother through a brutal cancer death. She’s also a passive-aggressive troublemaker: The night of Rachel’s arrival, she invites Rachel’s old flame, David Mansfield, and his new wife to dinner. It turns out that David wants back into Rachel’s bed, and she would probably welcome him—except he may or may not have done something unforgivable with her late mother. Aiming to sell her inherited house and get back to Washington, Rachel finds a homeless pillhead to move in and help renovate. (As one does.) A crisis ensues. Throughout this jumpy novel, Rachel has been lost in Dante’s figurative dark wood of midlife, but in its long finale she finds herself wandering around a literal dark wood complete with bears, until a path forward reveals itself.

Underbaked novel about how you can go home again and, if it’s coastal Maine, probably should.