Miles Roby, a gentle, funny loser runs the grill and hopes one day to own it. Its hub is the Empire Grill, with a view down the avenue to the abandoned mill and factory.
Now his wife, Francine, the last Mrs Whiting, presides like a black widow spider over the declining fortunes of the town. The Whiting men have invariably married women who make their lives a misery. The Whiting family, owners of the mills and the shirt factory, have sold out to a multinational.
History and humanity flow through Empire Falls, Maine, like the strange flotsam washed up at the bend of the vast, slow-moving Knox River.
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