Harvey Pekar died early this morning at 1AM. Harvey was a talented writer with the rare skill to see and write about life as it really is, and the beautiful struggle it is to make it through it on a daily basis. His writing is as funny as it is true. Harvey was a modern day Chekhov living in Cleveland, which shouldn’t come as much of surprise since Cleveland and early 20th Century Russia have much in common.
But truly, Harvey was a prince of a man who cared deeply for his city, his friends, and his family. Here’s a fun link from a Letterman appearance. RIP Harvey.
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