Let me start by saying that I agree with Jessica in that this book has a few similarities to Jimmy Corrigan, but it is more of a true to life story, where Jimmy Corrigan was an aspect of everyday life (nostalgia/depression/anxiety) pushed to the extreme and embodied in a narrative.  The whole bi-polar/manic-depressive thing really hit home with me, as I’ve had a few friends that, around that age, just sort of snapped and, before it was diagnosed, made quite a few mistakes reminiscent of this.  The embodiment of a man in the prime of his life struggling with the everyday and the monotony is haunting, and the juxtaposition of Santiago’s art style with a collage of photographs of real life gives an extra dimension to the effect and style of the book.  It took me a bit to get used to it, and i don’t know if i ever fully did; it may have distanced me more than anything.  Call me close-minded but when I read a comic, I can get lost in the world, as manufactured and drawn as it may be, but when this comic threw scents of reality at me, it kind of pulled me back out of it all.  This comic, to me, is the inverse of some of the Superhero ones that we started the class with, maybe not in message or mood, but in drive.  Watchmen, Dark Knight, Maus, all of these are pretty much plot driven, but in MDH, there wasn’t much plot to be had.  I will say one thing though; Omar is very much human, there’s no doubt about that.