It was interesting and a quick read, for sure. But I’m not sure I understood the point. I found it oddly intriguing that this man had such a fascination and affinity with sex. It was beautifully written, drafted, and illustrated (albeit, a little crude). I did like

the theme at the end of finding your muse when you’re unhappy, but when you finally achieve happiness, that muse is dried up.

Good for what it is - a well-drawn character portrait of a sad, lonely, middle-aged man who is involuntarily celibate and fuels his celebrated writing career with a lifetime worth of insecurity and unrequited desire. Campbell's art and storytelling is always magnificent. The handling of the protagonist's disabled older brother, who is consistently referred to in the text as "retarded," is also likely to raise some eyebrows. At the end of the day it's just another story about another middle-aged white guy and his sexual hangups. Who cares!