Few debuts announce themselves as confidently as Yesteryear. Its premise, a tradwife content creator who goes to sleep in the present and wakes into what appears to be 1855, is the sort of idea that could easily collapse into a gimmick. Caro Claire Burke instead uses it as a scalpel.
The book runs on two timelines, the curated online life before and the unforgiving reality after, and the comedy comes from the gap between them. It is satire with a suspense engine underneath, which is why it can sit on our comedy and humour shelf without ever being merely light. The target is not one woman but a whole culture of performed womanhood.
On the evidence of this book, the writing is sharp, sceptical and oddly fond of its subject even while skewering it, a difficult balance to hold across a full-length novel.