When a Girl Is a Gun

In her second book of 2022, My Life as a Godard Movie, the prolific British hybridist Joanna Walsh performs her own Parisienne summoning rite, invoking the specters and delights of the French capital from the solitudinous remove of early lockdown protocols. This is, in its way, a sidewise pandemic diary, a flâneuse’s account of longing for her bygone occupation: city-wandering, disappeared by a time when “there is no street.”