Deborah Levy pulls off something wonderful in My Year in Paris With Gertrude Stein. Her latest book, which she calls "a fiction" rather than "a novel," involves a woman struggling to write an essay about the unconventional modernist writer. What she comes up with is a delightful amalgam of a highly subjective literary biography and an urban caper in the City of Light, brightly seasoned with wit, wisdom and insightful literary criticism.