This book's main claim to fame, it seems, is that it's written in just one sentence. That could be interpreted as a gimmick, but it's not; it's more like channeling into a stream of consciousness. McCormack has done what seems to be impossible - he has written an entire book as though it is being thought, in real time. The book takes place over one hour, as the narrator, an engineer called Marcus Conway, looks back over his life and reflects on the rhythms and routines of his time on earth. The prose has an effortless flow to it, the reader hardly notices the lack of punctuation. A beautiful, sad and joyous book.