Wells Tower wrote a piece for GQ on elephant hunting that is conflicted, honest, messy and great.

It’s somewhat rare to find a piece about the life and death of animals that is neither Just The Facts nor a Message. I read both of those kinds of writing with some frequency, but they never feel quite right, because my own experience seems so much more complicated. There are more than two ways to feel.

I am extremely late to this party–the article is from at least a month ago, if not two–but I couldn’t find a browser that would let me open it. That’s what I get for trying to do this at work.