This book wasn't what I remembered it being. When I was 16 or so, I recall reading this novel for the first time and thinking it bleak and unrelenting. Nonetheless, the ending moved me and the story had a profound impact on me for years to come. My memory was of the characters struggling through a cold and lonely landscape, suffering terrible tragedy after terrible tragedy. However, I also vaguely remember it feeling like a frigid, difficult, and even somewhat boring slog. As an adult, the difficulty remains. But the other adjectives are questionable.
White Gold Wielder picks up immediately after The One Tree. Thomas Covenant, Linden Avery, and the remaining members of the Search leave the isle of the One Tree and attempt to return to the Land. They wind up being blown north, into icy waters. Eventually, they must travel on foot over ice floes and across a wintry landscape to head south into the Land. They meet up with old friends (Sunder and Hollian) and head to Revelstone, where Covenant plans to confront the Clave, even though he does not have a new Staff of Law with which to fight them. But even if he destroys the Clave, will that be enough to defeat Lord Foul? Or is a second confrontation with the Despiser inevitable?
Much of this book deals with loss and how the various characters deal with it. Although there are certainly physical confrontations - creatures to be fought, elements to be battled, demons to be exorcised - Donaldson remains focused on the psychological. As people sacrifice themselves to keep Covenant alive, how can he deal with the grief or the feelings of inadequacy? What can he do to live up to their expectations? For Linden Avery, the doctor with the dark past, how can she accept that to heal she may first have to do harm? Is there another way out, rather than asserting her will on to another being? This is thorny, knotty, dense stuff and it sometimes devolves into hand-wringing and navel-gazing. However, Donaldson keeps the pages moving with enough plot so that the inner voices of the characters do not become all consuming.
After so many years, I had forgotten how the final conflict between Foul, Covenant, and Avery played out, which made the ending of the book both bittersweet and satisfying. The understanding that Covenant comes to relies on the acceptance of losses, both large and small. It's also a very adult moment, where pain mingles with joy, hope with sadness. There is none of the cheery triumphalism I often see in epic fantasy. Although vastly different, Donaldson writes in the tradition of Tolkien, where great victories are achieved at great price. And, as always, I appreciate that the emphasis is not on the myth of redemptive violence. Love has other tools to fight evil than simply killing.
The objective part of my brain says that Donaldson's occasional excesses and deficiencies as a writer-storyteller make this a three star book. The emotional part of me still leans toward the four star rating, probably because, for a young teenage boy who hated himself, this book gave me hope. Hope that even a life that looked ugly, clumsy, and unlovable could be made meaningful. Looking at this work through the lens of many more years of life experience, I have my doubts as to whether the answers here are sufficient. But I am grateful that my 16-year-old incarnation had these ideas to turn to in an hour of need.