The summer issue of Gentleman’s Journal is always designed with a sun lounger in mind. As we compile it, we imagine a reader somewhere, draped like a Roman god with a gentle hangover and violently colourful shorts, dipping in and out of the thing between games of backgammon and bottles of those tiny little green beers you only seem to get on the bottom shelf of French supermarkets. Sometimes he might like a quick hit of society intrigue to sustain him between dozes; at others, he might like a meaty long read to drown out the tropical house someone is playing off the miniature Bose.
WHY WE CHOSE THEM
There’s an intriguing interview with the usually taciturn Jesse Eisenberg, ten years on from The Social Network. There’s a new dissection of everyone’s favourite psychopath, Patrick Bateman, that updates the murderous yuppie for 2020. There’s a photographic ode to the pub, prologued by landlord and local hero, James Blunt. There is, of course, a barnstorming conversation with one Lewis Hamilton, which pinballs between deep space, vegan burgers and the racing driver’s self-confessed “weirdisms” with glorious abandon.