Written in the perpetual present tense, Gail Scott's My Paris is a modernist flaneusian hauntology. As Scott's Québécoise autofictional narrator walks and walks and walks the streets of Paris, she pays homage to a literary and cultural legacy embedded in the buildings and geography, in the sites, smells, and culinary heritage of the city...Walter Benjamin's mammoth "The Arcades Project," Gertrude Stein's radical use of language, Baudelaire, "Oulipolian Perec," Proust, Collette, and so many more spectres stalk the pages of this novel. Stylistically cool, queer, and totally arresting.