Not for every taste, but right up my alley. R.I.P., Harvey Pekar.
A simple story, a slice of life. The comic book version of cinema verite. A lot of early Pekar was pretty ribald and raunchy, but it did honestly reflect his life as a young man in Cleveland. Finding American Splendor was like finding an underground zine or letter that talked about things you thought about, too, not all of it pleasant or easy to think about.