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Paul Newman: A Life by Shawn Levy


Cannonball Read / mswas

Book Reviews | February 1, 2010 | Comments (26)


Oh Paul Newman, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Paul Newman: A Life had a pretty easy audience here. I’m a big fan of The Sting, and I’ve got a jar of his salsa in my fridge right now! He always seemed like a great guy, and after reading his biography, that impression is now pretty firm.

Biographer Shawn Levy had a great biographical subject in Newman, and he carries it off very well. It wasn’t ‘til the end that I found out that Levy never got to meet Paul Newman. Instead, he “assembled a massive interview with Newman out of the things he had told other interviewers,” and this method of research seems to really have worked well. The biography is very thorough and has a lot of immediacy and accessibility.

Starting with Newman’s birth and upbringing in Shaker Heights, a suburb of Cleveland, Levy follows Newman through his early days in theater and television, and moves on through his stardom while also following his personal life. Newman’s first marriage and divorce is covered, as is his life with Joanne Woodward — including an affair Newman had in the early ’70s. Though my glowing view of Newman was tarnished by his adultery, if his wife can forgive him and move on, I guess so should I.

I don’t think I also really knew anything about the suicide of his son, Scott, in 1978 — I was ten at the time. Levy tells us of this awful time in Newman’s life with tact and kindness, and he shows us how this loss affected Newman throughout the rest of his life.

Of course the other part of Newman’s life is his food company, Newman’s Own, and Newman’s charitable outreach which was made so much more possible through that company. The concept and realization of the Hole in the Wall Camps are enough to make the snarkiest of us soften.

…he had it in mind to build a camp for children with cancer that “felt like the Wild West of childhood fantasy, with fishing and swimming and animals and rowdy play and no visible reminders of the daily grinds of hospitals and doctor’s offices to which those unfortunate kids were subject the rest of the year. Campers would be afforded the very best health care, he conceived, and their families wouldn’t be charged a cent for the privilege of having a child attend.

Then Newman uses his connections to make that a reality in Connecticut, later with camps in New York state and Florida.

Other camps followed in Ireland, France, Israel, California, and North Carolina, and at a rotating series of sites in Africa. In the first two decades of their existence, the various associated Hole in the Wall Camps, eleven in all, served nearly 120,000 children from thirty-one U.S. states and twenty eight countries, including the Soviet Union, from which eight children stricken ill by the Chernobyl nuclear accident [attended].

The backdrop for all of this is Newman’s career in Hollywood. We learn about the background of his most famous movies (Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid; The Sting; Cool Hand Luke) and his less successful endeavors such as Harry & Son, co-starring Robbie Benson, “which fizzled, deservedly.”

This isn’t a biography with any huge secrets or revelations though, mainly because Newman was such a humble, self-effacing guy. He seems like the kind of guy that you’d love to hang around with — a drinker, for sure, but a playful, kind, funny, generous person. A great husband, a loving father and grandfather, a skilled actor — and oh, those eyes!

This review is part of the Cannonball Read series. For more of mswas’ reviews, check out her blog, BGW Designs.


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Comments

cat on a hot tin roof.... sigh :)))))))

Posted by: kikz at February 2, 2010 7:43 AM

Nice review, I may need to check this one out. Newman was a hell of a class act. I admire that he didn't need to have his face on the screen during every disaster or war and telling us what to believe and what we needed to do to change the world. He just did it himself and didn't feel the need to trumpet how great a person he was like 99% of celebrities seem to do.

Posted by: TylerDFC at February 2, 2010 8:38 AM

*drool

No matter his age, he was hotness and class personified.

Posted by: dammitjanet at February 2, 2010 9:05 AM

OH. MY VERY FAVORITE.

I didn't know about the Hole in the Wall camps, and am getting a little verklempt.

Posted by: caroline at February 2, 2010 9:09 AM

Lovely review. Makes me want to read the book.

Posted by: tamatha at February 2, 2010 10:18 AM

For an oldster like me, the real men of Hollywood - the guys you admired and wanted to emulate - were Robert Mitchum, Steve McQueen and, the kingpin, Paul Newman. Each personified cool in ways that today's Hollywood studs can't begin to approximate and Newman was the premiere example of all that was Cool.
I'll read and enjoy this book and recall a time when a Paul Newman film was always an event not to be missed.

Posted by: Spender at February 2, 2010 10:40 AM

Could you just put that picture permanently on the Pajiba masthead please? Thanks.

Posted by: PaddyDog at February 2, 2010 10:47 AM

That's why I buy his salad dressings and stuff. It all supports the Hole In The Wall camps.

Newman was a class act.

Posted by: Melody at February 2, 2010 10:54 AM

DROOOOOOOOOOOL! Look at those laugh lines. Look at those forehead wrinkles. Look at those drooping eyelids. That is sex personified.

Hear that BOTOX BOZOS? Hear that FACELIFT FALSIES? Wrinkles are sexy! DAMN!

BUNK!

Posted by: BWeaves at February 2, 2010 11:11 AM

Spender, honey, if you're an oldster remembering the coolest men on the planet, then I'm right beside you in line for the walker and Depends.

Although, after Night of the Hunter, Mitchum scared the living shit out of me.

Posted by: dammitjanet at February 2, 2010 11:25 AM

Oh I dearly love this man.... Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Hud, Torn Curtain, Cool Hand Luke (and if you've never seen the Secret War of Harry Frigg, it's hilarious). Color of Money... He was SUPER HOT in Nobody's Fool- I would have run off with him in a minute.

those blue eyes.... sigh.

Posted by: nancy at February 2, 2010 12:32 PM

For the record, I buy Newman's Own salsas because they taste good. The Pineapple Medium Salsa just owns (try it this Super Bowl weekend).

But it's good to know that Newman didn't put stuff like that out there just to make a buck. He was interested in how to finance good deeds and found the fastest way was through our stomachs. Smart man.

I'm not gay...but I'd so have gone gay for him.

Did I say that out loud?

Posted by: Fredo at February 2, 2010 2:17 PM

Nancy- Yeah, Torn Curtain! One of my favorite Hitchcock movies too.

Might have to take a gander at this book.

Posted by: Sara at February 2, 2010 2:18 PM

Mmmmm, that man was sex walking....

Posted by: Aislinn at February 2, 2010 2:52 PM

Huge man crush on Paul Newman. They don't make actors like him anymore. On what day could one or the HSM or Twilight tards hold a candle to the greatness of this man? And his marinara sauce is really good too.

I loved a lot of his films, but my favorite is Nobody's Fool. Just a masterfully underplayed role, he never had to force anything and you still knew everything he was feeling. I have met a lot of actors in my time, I regret never getting to see him and just say thank you. I think he would have genuinely appreciated it. And that is why he was so damn cool.

Posted by: Rubble44 at February 2, 2010 3:02 PM

When they were getting the salad dressing out and on the market, Newman didn't want his face to be used on the label, but he was reluctantly persuaded by his partner that using his face would garner sales.

Newman so didn't think his face would sell the dressing that he wrote all gag stuff for the back of the bottle.

Where's modesty like that these days in Hollywood?

Posted by: mswas at February 2, 2010 3:27 PM

Newman is teh ossom. Today's celebutards could learn a lot from reading this book. He made mistakes; he wasn't some paragon of virtue. But the key is that he learned from them.

He cheated on his wife, but they were able to reconcile (which is hard work -- props to her for being able to forgive him). Later on in life, when he was asked about infidelity, he replied: "Why go out for hamburger when you have steak at home?"

Sounds like a fascinating read, mswas. Thanks for the review... and the header pic. Rowr.

Posted by: Jelinas at February 2, 2010 4:10 PM

Please stop saying "ossom". Please.

Posted by: figgy at February 2, 2010 5:13 PM

But Figs, "ossom" is EXACTLY the way Lil Pajiba says it. Swearsies. Missus TK taught him.

Posted by: Nicole at February 2, 2010 7:34 PM

Does Lil Pajiba do the head shake with "ossom" too?

Posted by: mswas at February 2, 2010 7:57 PM

Oh...well ok. It just kinda makes me cringe. *grumble* that TK *grumble*

Posted by: figgy at February 3, 2010 12:03 AM

What is "ossum?" It's not in my 127 volume Oxford English Dictionary.

Posted by: BWeaves at February 3, 2010 10:45 AM

The concept and realization of the Hole in the Wall Camps are enough to make the snarkiest of us soften.

With great admiration for Fast-Cool-Butch-Eddie-Luke-Brick and his personal commitment - er, no. Hole in the Wall can have my time, my money, and any parts they might find useful despite the wear. Verklempt, indeed. A worthy cause and he showed vs. preaching.

BUT, the rest look only more useless by comparison. Even with an example (or three) in their very industry they still don't get it. Can't get it. Won't get it. Refuse to get it. (Because it's too hard.)

So, while I sniff at the thought of Sir Paul's charities & a life well lived, I still rage. Bigger damn heroes or smaller self-dammed souls only stoke the snark - it's fueled by the gap between what could be & what is.

You'd never catch Newman singing on stage while Haiti bleeds. You might discover that he bought a flight, stocked a hospital, or rebuilt a wall with his own hands.

Posted by: BierceAmbrose at February 3, 2010 11:19 AM

I just got back from the Oxford Film Festival and met Levy at the after party. I told him about this review and he pulled out his iphone and read it right there. He really appreciated your review. He thinks you "got it."

He was also a really nice guy and cool as can be. I am so glad I come here, otherwise I would have had nothing to say.

I'm Melody at Oxford Film Freak, it's just a temp volunteer thing, they needed a blogger and I sad I would do it. Other Melody got here first, so I post here as Mebe.

Posted by: Mebe at February 6, 2010 4:24 AM

Lovely review! I will surely be picking up this book - great fan of his **Be still my heart**

Posted by: DollyW at February 7, 2010 9:36 AM

Mebe - Dustin told me you met him - thanks sooooooo much! Glad I could help out, and I am so happy that he liked the review. It made my day.

Posted by: mswas at February 9, 2010 7:34 PM





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