I have been reading, with great pleasure, the work of this writer - a great innovator of the mundane in comic-book realism, though it always goes back to universal human dilemmas - for over 20 years. At their best, his stories stick in your mind like any great writing. I remember a story he wrote about falling for someone even though he knew she had awful problems, all because he was so lonely. In these, the writing is so good and dense that you can read them over and over, much like the underground comix of the 60s, but about everyday life. I really felt like I knew this guy in some ways and identified with a lot of it.
This book is much longer than those other stories, closer to a novellette in length. On the one hand, there is no question that it gets deeper into Pekar's character, explaining some aspects I had always been curious about, such as why he didn't stick with college. I knew he struggled wtih depression, but with this understood much deeper how and maybe why it shaped his character. It is beautiful in that it is connected with his family life and not blithely dismissed as genetic.
One the other hand, I did not find the writing as dense as I had come to expect from Pekar, whom I regard as a superlative writer. He can do better, much better - hear that Harv?
Nonetheless, this will stick in my mind, as have his ealier works. Recommended, but I prefer his shorter stories, American SPlendor, at least so far.