Two More Looks at Paul Newman's Life: Salon, Slate

Salon and Slate both ran such awesome pieces about PN's life.

From Salon's Stephanie Zacharek, she writes:

He looked like something Donatello might have dreamed up, his eyes turned down just the slightest bit at the corners, his mouth perpetually ready for kissing. Still, we all know that great-looking actors are a dime a dozen. The best of them are also informed by something that comes from inside, a mischievous spark, a sly sense of self-deprecation that suggests they don't take themselves all that seriously (even when they take their work very seriously).

And Slate's Dahlia Lithwick writes about his life and adamant insistence on giving back:

But Newman never stopped believing he was a regular guy who'd simply been blessed, and well beyond what was fair. So he just kept on paying it forward. He appreciated great ideas for doing good in the world—he collected them the way other people collect their own press clippings—and he didn't care where they came from. Whether you were a college kid, a pediatric oncologist, or a Hollywood tycoon, if you had a nutty plan to make life better for someone, he'd write the check himself or hook you up with somebody who would.

I can't stop reading about him. Hattip Ezra on Slate's piece.