This is exactly the memoir a professor of linguistics, Fulbright scholar, Norwegian stoic would write. It's essentially about Grue's struggle to get out of his head and into a body that has been limited by the way we've arranged our physical spaces to not accommodate people who use wheelchairs. Grue references Jorge Luis Borges and Michel Foucault throughout, so that's the level we're taking about. I found it delightful. Let's hope he writes another memoir once his son is an adult.