A nonprurient, endearing portrait of one of America’s most beloved actors.
I approached Paul Newman: A Life with trepidation. Prior to now, my enduring impression of the actor had been from a front-row view of a 2002 performance of “Our Town” at the Westport Country Playhouse. On stage, the Connecticut Yankee seemed every bit the graceful role model I’d always imagined.
But this new biography had already made headlines for its revelations about an extramarital affair and Newman’s constant drinking. I braced myself for a muckraking, myth-busting, heartbreaking read – the most ruinous critique of Newman since the reviews of his 1954 megaflop, “The Silver Chalice.”
Fortunately, “Paul Newman: A Life” by Shawn Levy is none of those things. (Well, it does excoriate “The Silver Chalice,” something Newman himself delighted in doing.) Levy, a film critic for The Oregonian, has penned an eloquent and perceptive eulogy that chronicles Newman’s journey from movie stardom to American icon.
It wasn’t preordained. Newman may have been born with a face that inspired the comic book “The Green Lantern,” but acting didn’t come easily. At least, not the kind of naturalistic performance espoused by the newfangled school of method acting at The Actors Studio in New York. The young actor, who’d taken to theater in college, set about studying the process of looking inward to draw emotions from past memories. But when it came to applying such techniques, he was no Marlon Brando. Or Joanne Woodward, for that matter.