RIP Harvey Pekar

Just as I finished a rant yesterday about Lebron leaving Cleveland, I found out that Harvey Pekar had passed on. For those unfamiliar with him, he wrote a series of graphic novels called “American Splendor” about life in Cleveland. At times poignant, and at times as rough around the edges as Cleveland herself, Harvey nailed what it meant to be a Clevelander. I remember reading my first one in ’76. I had been living in Columbus for a couple of years, and reading it was like going home. I’d say Lebron should read some of his work, but something tells me he just wouldn’t get it.

Harvey was Cleveland, man. Cold, hot, smooth, harsh, lovable, hurtful, funny, sad, picked on and passed over. I haven’t read any of his comics for awhile, but I plan of finding some asap. I need to go home.

For a take on Harvey that is truly a work of art, check out Anthony Bourdain’s blog . Be patient as it loads, it’s more than worth the time.

RIP Harvey, you old fart.

Gregor

 


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