When Solange wrote A Seat At The Table, Catherine Bohart related to it, because she was picturing the grown-ups table. Precocious x 1 billion, bard-chat and petition based revenge is how Catherine spent her youth when she wasn’t busy dominating debate club. It’s all very impressive, but the early work is baffling, cryptic madness, frankly. A lot better than Rhys’s though which elicits screams of incredulity from Bohart.