I just read Danger Music by Eddie Ayres. It's a memoir of the year the author spent in Afghanistan teaching at the Afghanistan National Institute of Music, his experiences as Emma Ayres in that country in 2015-16 (he was AFAB), the path that led him there and the way that experience helped him realise he could no longer keep living as Emma.

It's entertaining as an account of teaching cello, viola and music theory to kids who had so much going on in their lives, and as an memoir of life as a foreign woman in Afghanistan. It narrowly avoids the "white woman saviour" story, by virtue of the writer realising that the school cannot save anyone, that the author personally will never understand Afghanistan, and that continuing to live as a woman was impossible, inside or outside Afghanistan, due to the author's gender dysphoria. The book is at its best as a record of the many individual stories of the people the author met, taught and loved. I'm relieved it didn't end up with a cliche as its central thesis, and quite happy to have read it as a memoir.