I last read Ben Peek's yet unpublished "Beneath the Red Sun," in which he does a masterful job of splicing alternating narratives and, in a way, reversing the chronology of the story while surging forward. It's also uniquely Australian in flavour, which is a rare and wonderful thing to encounter, and something I'd like to see more of in the genre.
That bit of niceness is from Tessa Kum, who made reference to it in an interview with emerging writers, organised by Jeff Vandermeer. The whole thing is worth checking out, as things are.
At any rate, Beneath the Red Sun still remains unpublished, but I work at finding a new agent and or publisher. Obviously, I've had better times, and when it turns around, I'll maybe write about it, but who wants to hear about the subject right now? It's obviously not the position I want to be in, some days I do better with it than others, and while being told repeatedly that you're not commercial sounds romantic, it's really not (but maybe I ought to embrace it, buy a beret, and move to a Paris slum).
Either way the solution is to write it out, keep door knocking, and it'll turn around, or it won't, and the planet keeps moving like both choices have the same impact.