Paul Newman was made to be a movie star. Eyes as blue as wintry lakes. Wavy hair that slowly faded to heirloom silver. Boundless charisma and confident sex appeal. But Paul Newman was more than a movie star. He was an artist. And maybe, since his death in 2008, he’s become a symbol—an avatar of genuine, non-toxic masculinity. We sure could use one now. We’re living in a movement moment, a #MeToo era when even razor-blade commercials wonder if men can’t be better. And lots of men are responding with not very manly tantrums: Better? What do you want from...