A Conversation with
author of Empire Falls
Was there a particular event or image that sparked Empire Falls?
When I finish a novel, it's hard to go back and try to reconstruct its
beginnings. It's a little like an interrogation: what did you know and when did
you know it? Here are a couple of things, though. When I was living in
Waterville, Maine, some years ago, a factory closed down that had employed a
large number of women who had been sewing famous-label men's dress shirts for
much of their lives. They'd done everything they could to save their jobs and
the factory, but the multi-national company that owned it shut them down anyway.
That struck me as a story that was playing out all over the country, if not the
world. From the beginning of my writing career, I've always been interested in
ordinary people swept up in economic and political forces they can't begin to
comprehend, as well as in the changing face of American labor. Becoming a writer
has only deepened my sympathies for working people, who are always, it seems to
me, the first to be sold out.
The other event that had burrowed deep was the school shooting in Paducah,
especially the question it begged: how could such a thing happen here? The
answers that are typically offered to such questions are sociological and
political--tighter gun control, return to family values, reducing violence on
television and video games. Better answers to such impossible questions, I've
always thought, are offered by novels, which ask you to live horror rather than
simply witness or think about it.
Finally, in my previous novels I've written a lot about fathers and sons. As a
father of two beloved daughters, I thought it high time to put a father/daughter
relationship at the heart of one of my novels. In fact, now that I look back on
it, it's the thing I'm most proud of in this new book.
Empire Falls has a large cast of characters, any of whom might have
been the center of the novel. How did you decide on Miles Roby, the middle-aged
manager of the Empire Grill, as your protagonist?
I suppose there are two answers to this question. The first is kind of a
non-answer, though it may be the truer. Such decisions are often intuitive; they
feel right. Which is another way of saying that you decide before you're even
aware of the fact that you have a decision to make. The more "analytical"
answer is that of all the characters in the novel, Miles may be the most trapped--and that's saying something, since they're all trapped in one way or
another. Janine is trapped by her need to be beautiful; Tick by her youth; David
Roby by an accident. Even Mrs. Whiting, who rules the town, is in a way cornered
by it. But Miles is trapped more interestingly and more completely--by the past,
by his faith, by an old love, by his devotion to his daughter, by his own
decency. I'm always drawn to the character whose dilemma is such that I can't
imagine what I would do if I were in his shoes.
People in Empire Falls often remind Miles that he stands to inherit something
from Mrs. Whiting, yet the very possibility of this inheritance seems to
imprison him. Is this an example of the price of wealth, even predicted wealth?
I suppose that's one way to look at it. My own feeling is that people are
generally wrong to wait for others to make good on promises, either explicit or
implied. Was it Lillian Hellman who used to tell young women writers: "Don't
expect anyone to save you? Save yourself." Maybe it was Flannery O'Connor.
Somebody pretty damn smart, anyway. It's good advice, but tough to follow when
you've been told the check's in the mail. Whole communities wait for promises to
be fulfilled, long after those who made the promises are dead and buried. And
like individuals, communities imagine promises and also mishear them. Miles is
pretty sure Mrs. Whiting has made a promise, but is it one he heard? Imagined?
Hoped for? And even if it were granted, would that be a good or bad thing?
Can you talk about the effect of the collapse of small-town economies on the
younger generation, as represented by Miles's daughter Tick and her peers?
I think the place you grow up in is a lot like "The Hotel California":
you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. We'll never know
any place better than the place we grew up, and no place, I suspect, will ever
be more important to us, at least in terms of our imaginative lives. For that
reason there's something tragic in the understanding that many kids from small
towns have--that in order to be a success in life, they'll have to leave; to
remain behind would be an admission of failure. For many, it means leaving their
heart's home. Then again, there's a long American tradition, embodied in the
novels of Scott Fitzgerald and Sinclair Lewis and others, which suggests that
leaving a small town may be about the best thing that can happen to any young
person. One thing seems clear: we've become a far-flung nation. "Where do you
want to go today?" Bill Gates wants to know. Implied is that nobody wants to
Miles considers the rich "beautiful people" on Martha's Vineyard almost
foreign to him, and yet he's drawn to them. Do you find yourself identifying
with this perspective?
Well, who isn't attracted to beauty? Or, for that matter, to things foreign?
Both Gatsby and Nick Carroway are attracted to the mansions and the fancy cars
and the wild parties on Long Island, just as Pip is attracted to privilege in Great
Expectations. Show me someone who claims not to be attracted to such things
and I'll show you either a liar or a person with no imagination. That said,
wealth and beauty play a key role in Gatsby's destruction, and they cause Pip to
behave in such a way that he loses all sense of his truest self. In the end they
send Nick scurrying back to his bedrock Midwest values, feeling like he himself
has dodged a bullet. Such is the nature of seduction.
How do you imagine Mainers, and other New Englanders, will respond to the
No clue. I thought academics would hate my last novel, Straight Man,
but for the most part they've embraced it. When I read from the novel on book
tour, professors showed up wearing those fake nose/glasses I have Lucky Hank
wearing when he threatens to kill a duck a day. In general, I think people like
having their experience of life validated; they like to think they count and
they're glad you've noticed them, even if you get things wrong. In Empire
I didn't want to "do Maine" in the sense of using a lot of down-east dialect
or local color. Even when I was writing about upstate New York, I was always
more interested in locating people by class and work than by region; it's the
latter that makes you a "regional" writer, I suspect.
I hope people in Maine like the book; in the past, I've sold very well in New
England. But my greater hope is that the book will ring true everywhere.
What might surprise your readers about Empire Falls?
Well, I hope everything and nothing. When a favorite author of mine comes out
with a new book, I always hope for two contradictory things: first, I hope it's
like all the other books of his or hers that I love, and second, I hope he's not
going to repeat himself. Sure, it's a paradox, but I suspect I'm not alone in my
desires. So, I hope that when readers pick up Empire Falls and read the
first chapter they'll feel that, yes, they're in a Russo novel, but not one
they've read before. I'd also hope that their surprises in the reading parallel
my own in the writing; I was surprised on virtually every page, and I hope
readers will be too, because I wouldn't like to think that either my style or my
peculiar way of seeing things have become predictable. What surprised me most
about the book was how much it took out of me. Even though we know it won't,
most authors keep hoping that writing novels will get easier as a result of
experience. It doesn't, probably because it's not supposed to.