read in browser I’ve been considering the banality of violence lately. We have a cultural narrative that violence is extraordinary, that it only appears in these grotesque and inhuman ways – war, genocide, deportation – global phenomena that occurred passively, somehow – without actor, seemingly on their own, if you were to go by the New York Times headlines. Even the more intimate violences – the persistent narrative is a stranger jumping from the bushes or the alley, possessed by drug or...