It's odd, in a way, that I have no desire to use this space to explore my feelings about the life and art of Harvey Pekar, who died yesterday at the age of 70. Odd because I probably wouldn't be writing if I hadn't picked up an issue of American Splendor back in '84, and realized...
No. I'll stop now. Even though this space is relentlessly personal, even though I try to be honest about everything that passes through my life--something I learned from Pekar--I just don't feel like sharing my feelings right now. A decent obit can be found here, and a good appreciation of the man's life and work can be found here. Then pick up some of the American Splendor anthologies and a copy of Our Cancer Year.
And then go on and live the rest of your life, because it's what Harvey would want you to do.
