Sad to hear that Harvey Pekar has died. I first remember coming across him in the ‘Harvey Sez’ column in some reprints of Weirdo, when I was about fifteen or sixteen. Since then, I’ve read tons of his stuff (and taken in the excellent film of ‘American Splendor’ of course).
There’s a real sea of autobiographical comics around, and the majority of them are introspective twaddle. Yet another illustration student talking about yet another unrequited crush? Boring.
Pekar could certainly be self-obsessed, but he was obsessed with the other characters in his life, too. It made you care, and it’s what made his writing so interesting.