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Paul Mescal sits in a pub. He’s alone, his phone is charging on the table in front of him, and he’s drinking what could be a gin and tonic but could also be a sparkling water. What matters, though, is that he’s reading. And not just any book: he’s reading the 1965 ‘underrated classic’, Stoner by John Williams. It’s the kind of paperback you want your date to slide into the pocket of their jeans when you arrive at the bar five minutes late. If you were to, say, have a…
