I've only played one so-called "Norman Signature Design" and am surprised that the Medalist Club is considered too difficult for the membership. Across the Bay from me - in the shadow of the execrable Poppy Ridge - The Course at Wente Vineyards is the absolute opposite of how The Medalist is described.
Aside from #2, which is a shortish par-4 that corkscrews through trees and bunkers, the rest of the golf course seems quite roomy off the tee. The routing - by necessity - is the tale of two courses, but nowhere have I ever felt intimidated looking at the landing area. The greenside bunkering (aside from #2) on the front nine presents yawning hazards, but in reality, there is a tremendous amount of breathing room to operate.
Even the back nine, which begins with a cartpath switchback to the top of an enormous hill, Norman took pains to provide enough width off the tee for middle handicappers to enjoy themselves. Perhaps it is because Wente is routed in and around a windy corridor, but even with a stiff breeze, you've got to hit the off-the-world shot to lose a ball.
It could be that his marching orders at The Medalist (with Pete) was to give the members a brutal test. The developer of the infamous "Dragon" above Lake Tahoe made the same demand of the late Robin Nelson - who recounted the tale to me one afternoon. After completing the front nine, the NorCal course raters returned a ridiculously high slope rating; the developer was apoplectic because it was not the "hardest in America" and demanded Robin make the back side that much more impossible.
We all know the story of The Dragon's demise; it may be that Norman and Pete were instructed to build a monster like Kiawah and simply built what the client wanted. Again, I've only played one Norman design, but it was good enough to drive Ran's brother (John) over there for a special look. Maybe Wente is an anomaly, but John - who is every bit as sharp as Ran - said the bunkering and strategies on the front side looked airlifted from the Aussie Sandbelt.
By contrast, every Nicklaus Course - public and private, aside from one - has been too damned hard for anybody but low handicappers. I've yet to hear of any membership rebelling against his tape-loop of indulgent, one-dimensional dog crap. I was assigned Old Greenwood, a private club near Truckee, CA. We ended up playing behind a mixed foursome of 60-something members. By the time we reached the 18th, an uphill par-4 steep enough to require pitons to reach the summit, the group in front of us had left a trail of blood running out their knickers.
If that is the relaxing retirement waiting for me, I'd just as soon put a gun in my mouth. Maybe as the membership at The Medalist got a bit older, the overlords had the good sense to stop the self-flagellation and surrender to good sense. We all eventually reach that epochal moment, some sooner than others.
Could be that Norman's antics were just an excuse to stop the madness - although Wente demonstrates that the Shark is perfectly capable of designing something fun and enjoyable to play. We may never know the truth, but hiring Bobby Weed to blunt the teeth of his mentor's chainsaw makes good sense to me. Pete may not have wanted to get into a row with the club or split the sheets with Norman, so why not hand the keys over to his protege? Doak and my departed friend John Harbottle started in the same stable and damn if they didn't make the most of it.
As for Anthony Butler: If those two sophomoronic loogies are the best you can cough up, just get back in the kiddie pool where you belong. You couldn't clean Mucci's toilet.