This magazine cover bother me on a fundamental level, but whenever I think I have identified the single most off-putting quality, my attention shifts to something else — the elephant’s weirdly upright trunk? Hemingway’s skin creases? the blaring red? the upside-down mailing label? the name “Jeton Crosby Jr.”? the name “Bridey Murphy”? the remarkably casual reaction to impending pachyderm stumpage? the juxtaposition of the erect trunk and the elephant’s mouth, given what an elephant mouth looks like? — and I’m left with only the general sense that I don’t like this image and yet still want to look at it.
For the record, the story of Bridey Murphy is fairly interesting.