Over the nearly 40 years I've devoted to this arcane subject - and being a 47 year stalwart of a fairly well known club - I've seen the danger in having too many armchair architects and dabbler, wannabe "historians" running around the grillroom.
As a group, these are dangerous idiots with just enough knowledge to baffle affable Board members with their half-baked, unresearched recitations about this Golden Age guy or that one - angling for a seat on the Green Committee.
Let these don't-know-shit, ad hoc dabblers together to choose an architect and you've pretty well guaranteed the ham-handed hack with the best line of bullshit and star power will get the job, which is why courses Lake Merced and the Dunes Course at MPCC waste millions getting remodeled multiple times.
It is better to have two or three members who have done a deep dive into the granularity - not only on the history of the club (like my friend Dave Normoyle does) - but also sharply focused familiarity with other works by the same dead guy and his drag pans.
Otherwise, you get a politicized member meeting, with factions of idiots who pronounce Redan as "reeden" and don't know Alister Mackenzie from Aleister Crowley - except they played Pasatiempo once, so are therefore experts.
The further down the road I get, the smarter Garden City seems. Take the handful of members (likely they are familiar with the Treehouse) who have actually read and fully grok George Thomas' book, hire the best architect/historian they can coax in the door, disband the Green Committee, shut up and get out of the way.
Just because you read a textbook on surgery does not qualify you to remove a pancreas. It is all well and good to have a well-educated membership on the fine points of golf architecture, but only if the egomaniacs are not allowed to run wild.
Olympic churned through five architects, just in my time - and even then, one former Green Chair (and our illustrious Historian) ended up badgering Weiskopf with so many suggestions, I'm surprised Tempestuous Tom didn't rent a boat on Lake Merced and give him the Freddo treatment.