
The first incarnation of "The Crow" was a series of three comics written by James O'Barr after the tragic death of his fiancée. This story, a eulogy for his own soul, was the only way for him to deal with all of the pain and anger he felt at the loss of one he loved. The creation of the comic itself took nearly a decade as O'Barr worked off and on at it. During this time he was influenced obviously by his pain, but also heavily by music. This is easily seen by his use of song lyrics throught the story. It is hard to imagine what it must have felt like for O'Barr to bare his soul like this to anyone and everyone, harder still to imagine how he must have felt at the loss of his love. The anger is obvious, as is the pain...he made quite sure of that.
The three comics were condensed into a single graphic novel (cover art shown) which contains more artwork done by J. O'Barr at the end of the book. I would recommend buying this to any fan of The Crow as it will provide you with the original creation so you can see for yourself where the movie came from. It also is a wonderful story in and of itself, without any sort of comparison to the movie. The graphic novel version also provides a wonderfully written introduction by James O'Barr's friend John Bergin, and afterword by A. A. Attanasio. The book itself is dedicated by James O'Barr to Brandon Lee with the words "In memory of Brandon Lee. You'll be sadly missed. Love, James". The first paragraph of narration that O'Barr writes is a wonderful opening to the story, a great way to set the stage for the carnage that is about to occur. I can think of no more appropriate way to end my tale than to quote the beginning of his.So grey and despairing, strong as steel but collapsed inside, The Crow laughs under a street light, a voodoo smile of one who lived and died and still yet lives...
He makes his way home where he can be shapeless in the dark and paint his face in the colors of joy...
Tonight, hell sends an angel bearing gifts..."
"There is a man...playing a violin...and the strings...are the nerves in his own arm. A twisted soul - the mortar...despair - the bricks...to build a temple to sadness."

Used without permission, but with the hope that all sins can be forgiven...
More of James O'Barr's writing can be found in my poetry section...