I don't really have much to say about this novella. I am unsure how I feel about Joyce Carol Oates writing. It's very stylistic, but I don't think it's quite my vibe. 

I did think the story was going to be more focused on Calla's isolation, but that isn't really introduced until the end. Instead we are told Calla's story from the point-of-view of her granddaughter whom has had very few interactions with her. Because of this it's unclear whether the granddaughter is just weaving a tale from local rumors, or speaking truthfully. 

This story is one of those that burns brightly, but for a short period of time. There are some thoughtful quotes in here, and while the novella is quite tragic, it was a little difficult to stay interested.