Author: R.A. Salvatore
Published: January 1990
At long last, we’re going to ring in the 1990s with the final installment of the increasingly inaccurately named Icewind Dale trilogy. This one sends the heroes a couple thousand miles south of Icewind Dale, and features a certain amount of wind, but neither ice nor dales. Despite the false advertising, can it improve upon its predecessors? Let’s take a look…
The feckless halfling Regis has been kidnapped by the assassin Entreri, who’s taking him to Calimshan to be punished for stealing the titular gem from a powerful crime lord. His four friends pursue them, hoping to rescue Regis and defeat the assassin. As such, the first part of the novel is a long road trip where three separate parties (Drizzt & Wulfgar, Catti-brie & Bruenor (not dead), and Entreri & Regis) all make their way southwards, encountering various problems which are often, though not always, resolved by hitting things. Eventually the heroes meet up, cross a desert into a stereotypical Middle Eastern-ish land, and have a giant running battle against Entreri, the crime lord, and about five hundred thousand nameless and disposable mooks. The three separate groups don’t slow down the plot too much, fortunately. I particularly appreciated the Entreri & Regis scenes, since the halfling’s desperation and fear add tension and raise the stakes for the heroes’ journey. Without them, it would just be a straightforward road trip story without much urgency behind it.
Again, everything’s as over the top as Salvatore can make it. It’s very cinematic, the sort of story where as soon as the narration mentions a chandelier you know for a fact that it’s going to be dropped on someone’s head. So cinematic, in fact, that it lifts one of its scenes directly from a movie: the camel-punching bit from John Milius’ Conan the Barbarian (1982). Fitting, since Wulfgar is basically a riff on Conan anyhow.
At the beginning of the novel, Drizzt and Wulfgar meet two of the most powerful archmages in the western Realms. Either Malchor Harpell or Khelben Arunsun could have solved the entire plot in five minutes — less time than they spend talking with the heroes, in fact. Instead, they just point the heroes on their way and say “Good luck!” Khelben at least has the plausible justification of being busy with running an entire city; Malchor just consoles himself with the excuse that “his days of adventure are behind him” and continues sitting around in his tower. I get that the presence of super-powerful characters is a real narrative problem for Forgotten Realms authors, but if you’re going to include them in your story, you have to explain why they’re not going to use their powers to headshot your plot. Otherwise, they just look like dicks. They’ve done a good job of this so far with Elminster; he spends most of Azure Bonds trying to figure out what’s going on, for instance, and all of the Avatar trilogy hamstrung by the instability of magic. Malchor gets no such excuses.
If there’s a theme to be found here, I’d say it’s “Middle Eastern people are generally evil or dishonest.” It’s a terrible theme, and deserves further explanation.
Let’s contrast two cities: Waterdeep and Calimport. Waterdeep, the City of Splendors, is the biggest metropolis of the northern Realms. Despite that, it’s well-run, well-policed, and remarkably cultured. Drizzt and Wulfgar pass through it on their journey, where they meet a couple of disreputable characters and a couple of helpful new friends, and are advised not to make any trouble lest they be arrested and delayed. In this and other books, it’s a shining beacon of civilization in an often savage land.
Calimshan, the southern homeland of the crime lord Pasha Pook, is a mishmash of every Middle Eastern cultural stereotype you can think of. There are deserts, camels, sultans, slaves, dishonest merchants, grand palaces, ghastly slums, and lots of dark-skinned people. When they arrive in the capital of Calimport, the characters (all northerners) are bemused by the country’s strange customs and aghast at the poverty, social inequality, and lawlessness they witness. It’s described with words like “wretched” and “perverted”. More significantly, at no point is any Calishite character depicted as honest or good. Every single one is some variety of evil, if not a literal monster.
In setting up this dichotomy, Salvatore doesn’t stray too far from the usual Western tradition for depicting Middle Eastern cultures, often referred to as Orientalism. Typically, Orientalist works will exaggerate the cultural differences between East and West instead of humanizing the Eastern inhabitants. They’ll approach the depiction of the East from a presumption of Western superiority, implying that Western ways are inherently better. And they’ll depict many or all of the Eastern characters as some combination of backwards, irrational, or morally depraved, with a pass occasionally given to Eastern characters who are cooperating with the Western characters. The end result is a work which supports a Western-centric worldview and marginalizes Eastern culture.
The Halfling’s Gem, unfortunately, is a textbook example of Orientalist literature: the noble northern (Western) characters visit exotic Calimshan (the Middle East), are disgusted by what they find, demonstrate their moral and physical superiority by kicking seven kinds of hell out of the depraved Calishites, then return to their home. At no point do any of them learn about Calishite culture or interact with one of the natives as if they’re a human being rather than an obstacle. Drizzt hangs a half-hearted lampshade on this perspective:
“True enough,” said Catti-brie. “But by me eyes, these folk be making decadence into society.”
“They live by different rules,” Drizzt replied. “They would, perhaps, be equally offended by the ways of the North.”
But the rest of the book doesn’t do anything to support this suggestion of cultural relativism. Every Calishite they meet is some variety of objectively, actually terrible — particularly exemplified by the shady merchant Sali Dalib, who tries to kill them all by treachery and loot their corpses, and talks like Stepin Fetchit to boot:
“De greatest city in de world, dis be!”
Drizzt is still just as aggravatingly perfect as ever. Outside of his designated character development thread, at no point in the novel does he do something which could be construed as a mistake. Every time the party is confronted with a deception or an uncertain situation, he immediately intuits the truth and acts on his invariably correct intuition. Every. Single. Time. It’s an issue I was willing to overlook for the first couple of books, but it gets increasingly grating with each successive book — after all, it’s extraordinarily difficult to build suspense if one of the characters can never be surprised, hoodwinked, or fazed about anything ever.
On the plus side, his character development in this book isn’t bad. He gets to angst about the identity issues of going among civilized folk in a magical disguise, which, while practical, makes him feel as if he’s not being true to himself. And he gets to analyze the reasons why he’s so dead-set on defeating Entreri, recognizing and conquering a streak of grim bloodthirstiness in himself in the process. It’s all handled with very little in the way of subtlety, but it’s more character development than any of the other heroes get.
Catti-brie gets her first novel where she’s part of the protagonists’ team full-time, but she’s still mainly confined to the Manic Pixie Dream Girl role. She’s free-spirited and insightful, and helps the other characters realize truths about themselves, but has no discernable goals of her own. It feels like Salvatore doesn’t have the first idea how to write female characters, honestly. There’s a grand total of two in this entire book, and their goals are simply “help the male protagonists.” What kind of people are they? What do they do when they’re not helping the protagonists? Who knows? This book certainly doesn’t give us anything to go on.
Wulfgar is still the same straightforward Conan pastiche as always: big strong guy who hits things with a hammer. There’s a little bit of character development lip service in the beginning about teaching him a lesson in humility and tolerance, but that peters out before the one-quarter mark and he goes back to being the party’s big dumb muscle for the rest of the novel. I’m almost looking forward to the later book where he dies, because that’ll be the most interesting thing he’s done in a while. (Whoops… spoilers!)
Bruenor actually gets a decent story for a while. When last we saw him, he was plummeting into a subterranean gorge on the back of a dead burning dragon. But his improbable survival is actually handled better than I expected; Salvatore gives us a plausible reason why he didn’t burn to death, then shows us the long, excruciating guerrilla battle he has to fight to get back to the surface through an entire city of duergar.  Compared to Adon’s survival in Waterdeep, where he just pops up later in the book having recovered from an almost certainly lethal situation with little justification given, this doesn’t feel cheap — you get to see Bruenor earn his survival. But after his rescue he doesn’t have much of a role to play aside from being the comical “fish out of water” character next to the more worldly-wise Drizzt, which is a shame.
Regis gets to be the helpless captive in this novel instead of Catti-brie, and he plays the role well. He’s determined to survive, but too terrified of Entreri — for excellent and clearly demonstrated reasons — to mount any effective resistance. His main role in the story is to be the ticking clock that keeps the rest of the heroes in motion, so he gets a number of good viewpoint scenes that convey the peril and urgency of his situation to keep the narrative tension strong.
Entreri, the assassin, serves as an excellent foil to Drizzt character-wise. Sadly, they once again spend most of the novel apart, and when they are together it’s not as much fun as the teeth-clenched teamwork scenes from Streams of Silver. Instead they banter very briefly then spend the rest of the novel determinedly trying to murder one another, which doesn’t make for as many good character moments. His time spent travelling with Regis is generally stronger; you see how he thinks and operates, and watching him leave a trail of corpses behind them without qualms or remorse makes him feel like an actual threat and plays up the distinctions between him and Drizzt.
There are a fair number of cutaway scenes involving Pasha Pook and his court that set up the political situation in Calimshan which the heroes will be slaughtering their way through. They’re pretty decent, actually. Pook himself is full of weaknesses (vanity and overconfidence, particularly), but still smart enough to stay on top of what’s going on and cunning enough to turn each situation to his advantage. His downfall seems to be that his considerable talents are oriented towards intrigue and political power, but not towards dealing with the outside-context problem of four bloodthirsty murder-hobos showing up on his doorstep and destroying everything in sight. It’s a better way to handle an ineffectual villain — he’s not completely useless, just not useful for the current situation.
A fair number of words are spent on the wererat lord Rassiter, a comically evil foil to Entreri, but he’s ultimately irrelevant here despite all the talking up he gets. Not even the other characters take him seriously; they’re all just suffering his presence, waiting for the inevitable moment when Entreri snaps and kills him. His only role in the story is to emphasize to the reader what a badass Entreri is, but that doesn’t work when he’s so completely ineffectual and universally despised. When he finally does get shanked, it feels like a mercy kill.
Either it’s getting better, or I’m becoming inured to ridiculous prose from reading all these books. I suspect the former; while the style is still overblown and grandiloquent, it feels as if it’s been toned down somewhat from Streams of Silver. I encountered far fewer passages which made me burst out laughing from sheer inadvertent absurdity.
Other aspects of the series’ writing haven’t been improving linearly, though. The Crystal Shard staggers under the burden of far too many action sequences, particularly in its battle-heavy final third, and the non-stop excitement gets paradoxically boring after a while. Streams’ pacing was much better, separating its over-the-top combat scenes with other types of scenes to give the reader a chance to catch their breath. But The Halfling’s Gem marks a return to the excesses of the first book; the final third of the story is a non-stop series of bloodlettings and explosions. After the hundredth time Wulfgar crushes some nameless mook with a hammer, one just sighs and thinks “Okay, I get it already. Can we move the story along instead?” Nope, no such luck. You get to slog through dozens more pages of mindless violence. Salvatore tries to preserve the tension by upping the stakes with increasingly dangerous opponents. Once the humans get boring, bring on the wererats. Once the wererats get boring, bring on the fiends! But they’re all just the same: papier-mâché cutouts for the heroes to smash.
I was going to give it a higher grade, but the last third of the book being a long, relentless slog of violence really drained my enthusiasm for the story, and the creepy orientalist stuff drained my enthusiasm for the setting. All that’s left is the characters, and they’re a mixed bag quality-wise.
 There’s a duergar clan named Clan McUduck. I can only assume their chieftain is named “Scruuge”.
8 Replies to “The Halfling’s Gem”
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“The Halfling’s Gem” is actually my favorite one out of the original Drizzt trilogy, My thoughts:
-I wish I could say you were wrong about the depiction of Calimshan, but sadly you’re right. All I can say is that, in many of the more recent books, Salvatore depicts Waterdeep’s elite in a much more negative light. He also doesn’t depict the Lords of Waterdeep in a particularly approving light either, despite the sourcebooks saying they’re competent and fair rulers.
-Drizzt always being right about everything does stick out like a sore thumb (although I’d say it happened more often in “Streams Of Silver”), particularly in the chapter “Double Talker” where he somehow intuits not only that Entreri’s lackey is trying to lure the party into a trap, but that he’s a double agent also working for Rassiter. Nor is it entirely clear why Drizzt just lets him go, something that, even now, still bugs me. Drizzt does fumble the Smart Ball in the next couple of books, though, so it’s not as grating to me.
-Like before, I think you’re being kind of unfair to Catti-brie. She joins the quest for basically the same reasons Bruenor and Wulfgar do, to save Regis. Other than that, they have no personal vendettas with Entreri and no personal reasons to accompany Drizzt to Calimshan. I never found anything particularly “pixieish” about her either, not when the sequence where she speaks privately to Drizzt helps him overcome his inhibitions about wearing a mask and his desire to kill Entreri as a way of ‘killing’ his roots arguably ties into the real theme of the novel.
-That theme, the one of Drizzt denying and repressing his heritage, could be similar to the debates going on today about cultural assimilation and ‘model minorities’ going on today. The real-life debate is probably more complicated than Salvatore presents it here, but what’s bothering Catti-brie is how Drizzt seems willing to repress and throw away his entire heritage.
-Regis grows quite a lot in this book from the selfish con artist he was in the first few books. He’s outmatched by Entreri, but he actually tries to show some agency in slowing the assassin down and then flat-out saves the rest of the party by helping them return to the material plane.
-The problem with the Realms’ super-powered characters is why I do my own D&D fiction in Greyhawk. The overall power level is lower, and it becomes easier to justify why some uber-wizard doesn’t just (literally, in some cases!) wave a magic wand to save the day. Malchor probably could have divined where Entreri was, then teleported Drizzt and Wulfgar to fight him immediately, but the book probably would have been about 250 pages shorter. Drizzt, Regis and Wulfgar would probably get back to Longsaddle even before Bruenor if Malchor could teleport them back.
-You pretty much nailed it as regards how mooks get steamrolled by the party in the last part of the novel. It gets to the point where even the text itself stops bothering to give a lot of details and simply tells us that the wererats are getting mowed down. Related to that is the sheer amount of punishment the party takes without even slowing down…and when it’s all over, they recover just by sitting around. You’d think that, if Regis is the wealthy head of the guild now, he could spring for a few clerics to magically heal them.
-It’s also pretty stupid to just leave Regis as the head of the guild when a pissed-off Entreri is still on the loose and has a major grudge against both him and Drizzt.
I think Catti-brie ends up as a much better character in later books. But in this trilogy, based on just what we’ve seen so far, I feel like I have no idea who she is. What’s her goal? Help the male protagonists by rescuing Regis and being a therapist to Drizzt. What does she do when she’s not helping the male protagonists? Does she have hobbies, other friends, a life? What are her life goals? If the next novel was just about Catti-brie and none of the others, what would it be like? At this point, I couldn’t envision it. She spends this novel helping develop other characters, but gets very little development of her own here.
In theory, I love the ethical debate about Drizzt making his life easier by hiding his race and going undercover. It’s a meaty quandary which, as you point out, has some good real-world resonance. But I think that Salvatore kind of cut off that theme at the knees by introducing it during the chase to rescue Regis. There’s a great ethical dilemma about living a lie when we’re talking about everyday life, but when the decision is “should I be true to myself, or should I do everything I can to protect a close friend from imminent torture and death?”, I found myself thinking “Look, could you just stop being selfish, put the mask on, and have your identity crisis after you’ve saved your friend’s life?” As a result, I liked it but didn’t love it.
Halfling’s gem is my favorite book in entire drizzt saga, but I agree to everything you pointed out in the review. Never bothered about orientalist view(and I’m asian) before. It’s a fictional world and there are plenty of corrupt or ‘evil’ cities in the north(like Luskan), but reading rhis review does make me feel it would have been nice to see some cultural exchange and empathy between the protagonists and the calimshans