My latest column for Jewcy is about Harvey Pekar's Not the Israel My Parents Promised Me. We’re coming up on the two-year anniversary of Pekar’s death, and this book could represent a lasting statement of his political principles, but it feels terribly unfinished and, given Pekar’s inimitable voice, like an opportunity wasted. In my essay, I get into who Pekar is, what made him great, the need for more liberal Zionist critiques of Israel, and how this latest book is a Falstaffian failure.