The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities

Breaking Ground

This question of the cabinet’s growth coincides with questions about its location. As early as the 1950s, there are rather unsubtle hints in Dr. Lambshead’s journal of “creating hidden reservoirs for this river of junk” and “darkness and subterranean calm may be best for the bulk of it,” especially since the collection “threatens to outgrow the house.”

In the spring of 1962, as is well-documented, builders converged on Lambshead’s abode and for several months were observed to leave through the back entrance carrying all manner of supplies while removing a large quantity of earth, wood, and roots.

Speculation began to develop as to Lambshead’s intentions. “If even Dr. Lambshead despairs of compromise, what should the rest of us, who do not have the same privilege, do?” asked the editor of the Socialist Union Guild Newsletter that year, assuming that Lambshead, at the time a member, was building a “personalized bomb shelter with access to amenities many of us could not dream to afford in our everyday lives, nor wish to own for fear of capitalist corruption.” In the absence of a statement from Lambshead, the Fleet Street press even started rumors that he had discovered gold beneath his property, or ancient Celtic artifacts of incredible value. Whatever Lambshead’s motivations, he must have paid the builders handsomely, since the only recorded comment from the foreman is: “Something’s wrong with the pipes. Full stop.” (Guardian, “Avowed Socialist Builds ‘Anti-Democracy’ Bunker Basement,” April 28, 1962)

Floor plan found in Lambshead’s private files, detailing, according to a scrawled note, “the full extent of a museum-quality cabinet of curiosities that will serve as a cathedral to the world, and be worthy of her.”

Throughout the year, Lambshead ignored the questions, catcalls, and bullhorn-issued directives from the press besieging his gates. He continued to entertain guests at his by-now palatial home—including such luminaries as Maurice Richardson, Francis Bacon, Molly Parkin, Jerry Cornelius, George Melly, Quentin Crisp, Nancy Cunard, Angus Wilson, Philippe Jullian, and Violet Trefusis—and, in general, acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was occurring, even as the workmen labored until long after midnight and more than one guest reported “strange metallic smells and infernal yelping burps coming up from beneath the floorboards.” Meanwhile, Lambshead’s seemingly preternatural physical fitness fueled rumors involving “life-enhancing chambers” and “ancient rites.” Despite being in his sixties, he looked not a day over forty, no doubt due to his early and groundbreaking experiments with human growth hormone.

Why the secrecy? Why the need to ignore the press? Nothing in Lambshead’s journals can explain it. Indeed, given the damage eventually suffered by this subterranean space, there’s not even enough left to map the full extent of the original excavation. We are left with two floor plans from Lambshead’s private filing cabinet, one of which shows his estate house in relation to the basement area—and thus two contradictory possibilities. One of them, oddly enough, corresponds in shape to a three-dimensional model of an experimental flying craft. This coincidence has led to one of the stranger accusations ever leveled against Lambshead (not including those attributed to contamination scholar Reza Negarestani and obliteration expert Michael Cisco). Art critic Amal El-Mohtar, who for a time attempted to research part of Lambshead’s cabinet, claimed that “It became obvious from Thackery’s notes that he was creating a kind of specialized Ark to survive the extermination of humankind, each item chosen to tell a specific story, and his particular genius was to have all of these objects—this detritus of eccentric quality—housed within a container that would eventually double as a spaceship.” However, it must be noted that this theory, leaked to various tabloids, came to El-Mohtar during a period of recovery in Cornwall from her encounter with the infamous singing fish from Lambshead’s collection. Not only had her writings become erratic, but she was, for a period of time, fond of talking to wildflowers.

Floor plan of what Amal El-Mohtar called “a nascent spaceshop nee Ark,” with a front view of Lambshead’s house beneath it.