Notkin's party; Joelle's overdose

The Entertainment framed as cage-or-door by the one person who is inside it. Watching an Ecstasy-flushed girl at the party, Joelle slides from the difference between suicide and homicide ("where you think you discern the cage's door") to the question of her own image: is the "fatally entertaining and scopophiliac thing" Jim made of her unveiled face "a cage or really a door?" It is the exact both-ways ambiguity the wraith will state six hundred pages later — the womb of solipsism that "could be used both ways," a lure inward or a way out — reported here from the star's own vantage, uncertain whether the film that may have killed its maker is a trap or an exit. The Entertainment's dual nature, glimpsed from inside the face at its center.