Making a marriage work always gets difficult sooner or later, and once the hard stuff starts in there’s no going back to breezy and easy. At times summoning the strength and patience and discipline you need to get through the rough patches can be exhausting, and certainly draining. There are always farts and potholes and speed bumps along the way, and sometimes worse. I’ve been there; it’s work. Which is why I never bought all that malarkey about Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward being a more or less perfect couple.
Hollywood Elsewhere is now definitely covered as far as complimentary copies of Paul Newman: A Life are concerned. And these three don’t include the first copy I got, which I left on a bus.
Which is why I was relieved to read about Newman’s affair with journalist Nancy Bacon in ’68 and ’69. In Shawn Levy’s book, mean — Paul Newman: A Life. Which I now have three copies of.
