Come now. Mark Twain was the first blogger, if we want to go poking around. Pekar might have been the first Huffington or other aggregate...but no, really, publishers of independent town gazettes have been doing that since the printing press became affordable.
I loved Cleveland while I lived there too. I actually belatedly slipped one of my love letters to the city into my essay collection. But honestly, I've always disliked and been put off by Pekar's unending misery and misanthropy. That movie was just a miserable man being miserable at a camera. I can't bear that for too long without some poetry and flash of color, and Pekar never offered that, at least that I could see. Maybe it's a generational thing.
But Cleveland wasn't like that, to me. It had a heart, a secret, strange, kitschy, plastic, jeweled, frozen, beautiful heart. I know you love Harvey, but the idea that he represented Cleveland was part of what began to whisper to me that that was not where I belonged.