I cannot faithfully believe that this is a debut novel. It is that good.
This novel doesn't simply defy genre; rather, it harnesses multiple genres in order to tell a single story by telling many smaller stories. Because, just like the novel postulates, what's the meaning of the bigger picture if the smaller pictures don't exist?
It feels lived in. Like it actually happened and we're being told the story.
Along the way, the novel rhetorically ask questions about religion, politics, love, society, and philosophy that all fit seamlessly into the narrative while still allowing you, the reader, to draw your own conclusions.
I feel emotionally and intellectually full. I feel emotionally and intellectually empty.
If you've ever had a Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner that was so delicious and satisfying and inflating that you are unable to think or feel or notice the world around you afterward...it's something like that. Without the intestinal distress or distention.
If early Bret Easton Ellis (think Less Than Zero or The Rules of Attraction) met early-ish Norman Mailer (think Barbary Shore or The Deer Park or An American Dream) and those two had a literary offspring - but one who illuminated colors and sounds (rather than focusing on the lack of them), highlighted humanity and the hope for a brighter day (rather than only detailing out apathy), and actually had something interesting and important to say - then I think that Packages might very well be such a mismash.
I 100% recommend that you read this novel. And then reread it.
(I received an ARC version of this novel in exchange for a fair and honest review. And interview.)