Harvey Pekar changed my life when I was 16. At that point I was already an avid comic book reader. I had grown up on manga and anime since the age of 2. As a matter of fact, I learned how to read by reading the Doraemon collections.
Reading manga had taught me that comics can be wide ranging. When I arrived to the States in 1988, however, I completely stopped reading comics. Those bands of superheroes and their stories didn't appealed to me very much. At that time, it was also incredibly difficult to get a hold of the mangas that I was reading in Thailand. It was even difficult to get the Thai editions from the Thai bookstore in Hollywood. But my enthusiasm for comics never waned. I did eventually read The Incredible Hulk, Silver Surfer, and Superman.
By the time I discovered Harvey Pekar and American Splendor at the age of 16, I had already branched out into reading the black and white independent comics of the 90's. Even then, the comics I was reading were genre stories. The thing about Pekar's comics that struck a chord with me was the fact that he wrote about the most mundane and ordinary things. When I discovered the collection of the American Splendor comics at the library across from my high school, I couldn't, at first, fully grasped its importance. But as I began reading the stories, I became engrossed in the life of this ordinary Cleveland residence.
Reading the story about Pekar finding finding another Harvey Pekar listed in the phone book was the life changing moment. I could not believe the simplicity of it. Not only in the subject matter, but also the execution of the graphics by Robert Crumb. I knew that there were great possibilities with sequential art, but up until that point, I had no idea how far it could go.
Pekar's genius lies in his ability to find poetry in everyday existence. I think this will be his legacy. Thank you, Harvey Pekar for not only changed the way I looked at comics, but for allowing me to recognize that there are many great stories to be found in my own every day existence.