THE BAPHOMET - PIERRE KLOSSOWSKI

I thought this was going to be a non-fiction book about the Baphomet, a strange god-form that has become quite popular recently. Perhaps this is because of the Satanic Church’s trolling, which involves erecting statues of the Baphomet in public spaces that have Ten Commandment memorials, or perhaps it has to do with the Baphomet’s hermaphroditic  nature, which makes him a natural alley of the ever more popular gender-queer contingent. Or perhaps it’s because he looks so cool. Either way, this book is not that. It’s a experimental novel where most of the characters are the spirits, or “breaths” in the books parlance, of Knights Templar brothers who were tortured and executed for all sorts of satanic shenanigans. The breaths waft around and possess people and reminisce and generally fuck-up the timeline, not unlike Book of the Long Sun, it’s hard to tell who’s speaking when any spirit could be possessing them at any time and speaking from a different time frame. There’s lots of stuff about all the pederast shit the Knights Templar got up to (being Catholic and all). At one point a spirit explores the body of a beautiful youth and tries to fly up his asshole only to discover a Templar jewel stopping him. At one point the Antichrist becomes a character though he appears in the form of an anteater named Fredrick (which I assume is a joke about Nietzsche?). The whole thing is quite weird and hard to follow. It’s quite a vibe tho, no doubt about that. The whole thing is quite short and dedicated to Foucault, who I guess was friends with Klossowsi and who wrote a long introduction. I still think I would have preferred a book about The Baphomet itself but you get what you get. 1119 Horned Goats