Perhaps the best primer or supplemental work for entering into the complex labyrinth of thought and passions that is the work of Klossowski. Arnaud evinces a proximity not only to this work, but also to its creator, both of which allow for an intimacy in relating to this work which denies any straightforward access, which demands duplicity, detour, and dissemblance.
Arnaud's book brings to life this thought - that is, returns this work and its thought to the life which bears it forth into appearance, as the crest of a wave of forces which remains at the limit of expression, always expressing itself in denying that it "itself" might be properly, adequately, expressed. Every appearance is thus marked by the play of this limit and its transgression, under the mark of (dis)semblance. Truth remains suspended upon the passion of thought which demands return, repetition, and failure. The truth is never true enough, being fictively dissimulated in its appearance - the question, maddening in its draw, remains, insuperably. Klossowski's monomania was the monomania of all - a mania without unicity, deprived of the one, which only returns and redoubles the force of madness...