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The story describes the effects of a Depression-era closure of a textile factory in an unnamed town in New England. Cargo vessels sit empty in the harbor. Desperation and demoralization grips the local population who are entirely dependent on the mill to provide jobs and fuel the local economy. The narrator shares rent with a companion. Unemployed, their rental payments are three weeks in arrears.
With spring approaching, there is no sign that the factory will reopen. The wealthy mill owners in Boston are paralyzed by the financial disaster, and are anxious that labor unrest will become organized. The story closes when the two men are invited to visit the estate of Paul and his spouse Muni. Paul is a prosperous and self-complacent businessman who relishes his expensive new automobile. Muni tends to her flower garden.
Their magnificent farmhouse overlooks the town and harbor where poverty and hunger signal the unfolding social disaster. Muni declares adamantly: "It is spring again. Warner, all of whom acted briefly as his patrons. Through them Cheever was introduced to E. Attending meetings of the John Reed Clubs , Cheever decided to compose a "proletarian-themed" work for the anti-capitalist publication, The Left , which featured anti-capitalist avant-garde literature.
Literary critic John E. O'Hara reports that the story is of interest in that it "skirts the edges of pro-Communist sentiment" but that as literature is "primarily an experiment in mood creation" in its imagery of a mill town devastated by the Great Depression. Though "devoid of characterizations" the story hints at the potential political radicalization of unemployed mill workers.
Literary critic George W. Hunt identifies the following paragraph from "Fall River" as an example of Cheever's ability to "assimilate Hemingway's style. The house we lived in was on a steep hill, and we could look down into the salt marshes and the high gray river moving into the sea. It was winter but there had been no snow and for a whole season the roads were dusty and the sky was heavy and the trees had dropped their leaves for the winter.