What is one to do when the truth is suspended? How is one to tell of this suspension, of this truth? For already we find ourselves intertwined in a demonic play of images and impulses.
Thus Klossowski does not give us an account of his loss of faith, or even the tale of a loss of faith. Instead, we have a narrative which parades itself as a piece of literary criticism, written on a work also titled La Vocation suspendue (we are thus at another level of disconnect from anything which might be considered "the truth"). This tale is at once that of a loss of faith, perhaps, as Jerome finds himself forced to abandon the church which he had entered. Of course, it is not so simple. For the church is made up of non-believers, and the laypeople are the ones who have embraced the faith. There is also an inquisition of sorts going on, where the faithful (the ecclesiastical) are made to abandon their "holy" vocation, just as Jerome does. But in abandoning the way of the clothe, returning to the people, might Jerome not keep, or regain, a faith which he had never lost except when confronted with the dogma of the Church? Is this the tale of a loss of faith, or of an altered faith re-called? Who's to say - for the whole text, as all of Klossowski's writings and thought, circle around the question of how to say the unsayable. Is there more, or less, fidelity to what cannot but remain infidelitous, beneath these "masques de forces obscures" (77)?
"Peut-on parler des forces démoniaques sans les nommer" (37)? Is the labyrinthine conceit of this récit not precisely to foreground the ineluctable layers of fiction and figure which must be sifted through only to find the "truth" which could never abide, or be abided by, the name of "truth"?