Harvey Pekar, R.I.P.

harvey_drawn_by_crumb-781990Harvey Pekar, one of the founding fathers of underground comics, died this morning in his Cleveland home at the age of 70. His ongoing autobiography, American Splendor, is among the finest examples of what I internally refer to as neurotic comics curmudgeonliness, but more than that proved that the map of what comics can tackle, thematically, is essentially limitless. Whether or not you like his special blend of grousing insight, how incredible is it that one of the most influential comics visionaries couldn’t draw a lick? But, with due thanks to the impressive array of artists he collaborated with, his stories could really only have been told in the comics format, and his commitment to the medium is a lofty legacy to leave behind.

His editor at Vertigo has released this statement.



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