A highly unusual - and effective - narrative technique in Solar Bones

Mike McCormack's 2016 novel, Solar Bones, is a rarity: an experimental and unconventional narrative that is entirely accessible and engaging. I am about 1/3 of the way through the novel, i.e. about 80 pages, and believe it or not the novel to this point consists of a single sentence (and still going). You would that to be an absurdity and entirely off-putting and senseless narrative device, but not so. First of all, the novel is not only easy to read, thanks to MMcC's clear writing but also to his many useful line breaks, which make the novel, the sentence, feel like a long prose poem. Second, the long sentence makes a lot of sense, as this is a contemporary example of that old trope, the "stream of consciousness," so we really feel that we are getting access to the mind of the narrator, a middle-aged man named Marcus, who lives in a small town in NW Ireland (County Mayo) and works for the county (or country?) as a civil engineer. There's nothing sensational or overtly dramatic about the novel (yet), just the thoughts of a smart and sometimes troubled "everyman": happily married to Maeraid (sp?), or so it seems, father of two adult children, the older, daughter Agnes, is an artist living nearby, and the younger, Darragh (sp?) is trekking w/ some buddies across Australia (he and dad communicate by Skype). As the novel builds we get a few dramatic highlights - visit to daughter's art exhibit in which narrator learns that the daughter uses her own blood as her medium, which of course startles and frightens him (Mom is more sanguine); narrator receives pressure from local politician about the completion of a bridge repair project - in other words, the diurnal events of life, but told w/ such clarity and insight, and not slowed down but actual sped along by the headlong narrative device that we feel we are getting to know this character as well as we'll ever know a character in contemporary fiction. It's not just that he is in our consciousness; it's almost as if we are in his.