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[Image: The Mole Man's house in Hackney, via Wikipedia].

As most anyone who's seen me give a talk over the past few years will know, I have a tendency to over-enthuse about the DIY subterranean excavations of William Lyttle, aka the Mole Man of Hackney.

Lyttle—who once quipped that "tunneling is something that should be talked about without panicking"—became internationally known for the expansive network of tunnels he dug under his East London house. The tunnels eventually became so numerous that the sidewalk in front of his house collapsed, neighbors began to joke that Lyttle might soon "come tunnelling up through the kitchen floor," and, as a surveyor ominously relayed to an English court, "there is movement in the ground."

From the Guardian, originally reported back in 2006:
No one knows how far the the network of burrows underneath 75-year-old William Lyttle's house stretch. But according to the council, which used ultrasound scanners to ascertain the extent of the problem, almost half a century of nibbling dirt with a shovel and homemade pulley has hollowed out a web of tunnels and caverns, some 8m (26ft) deep, spreading up to 20m in every direction from his house.
What did he store down there? After Lyttle was forced from the house for safety reasons, inspectors discovered "skiploads of junk including the wrecks of four Renault 4 cars, a boat, scrap metal, old baths, fridges and dozens of TV sets stashed in the tunnels."

But now the late Mole Man's home is for sale.

[Image: An earlier Mole Man: Tunnel-Digging as a Hobby].

Alas, "most of the tunnels have been filled in" with concrete, and the house itself is all but certain to be torn down by its future owner, but I like to think that maybe, just maybe, some strange museum of subterranea could open up there, in some parallel world, complete with guided tours of the excavations below and how-to evening classes exploring the future of amateur home excavation. Curatorial residencies are offered every summer, and underground tent cities pop-up beneath the surface of the capital city, lit by candles or klieg lights, spreading out a bit more each season.

Briefly, I'm reminded of a scene from Georges Perec's novel Life: A User's Manual, in which a character named Emilio Grifalconi discovers "the remains of a table" that he hopes to salvage for use in his own home. "Its oval top, wonderfully inlaid with mother-of-pearl, was exceptionally well preserved," Perec explains, "but its base, a massive, spindle-shaped column of grained wood, turned out to be completely worm-eaten. The worms had done their work in covert, subterranean fashion, creating innumerable ducts and microscopic channels now filled with pulverized wood. No sign of this insidious labor showed on the surface."

Grifalconi soon realizes that "the only way of preserving the original base—hollowed out as it was, it could no longer suport the weight of the top—was to reinforce it from within; so once he had completely emptied the canals of the their wood dust by suction, he set about injecting them with an almost liquid mixture of lead, alum and asbestos fiber. The operation was successful; but it quickly became apparent that, even thus strengthened, the base was too weak"—and the table would thus have to be discarded.

At which point, Grifalconi has an idea: he begins "dissolving what was left of the original wood" in the table's base in order to "disclose the fabulous arborescence within, this exact record of the worms' life inside the wooden mass: a static, mineral accumulation of all the movements that had constituted their blind existence, their undeviating single-mindedness, their obsinate itineraries; the faithful materialization of all they had eaten and digested as they forced from their dense surroundings the invisible elements needed for their survival, the explicit, visible, immeasurably disturbing image of the endless progressions that had reduced the hardest of woods to an impalpable network of crumbling galleries."

Somewhere beneath a new building in East London, then, some handful of years from now, the Mole Man's "fabulous arborescence" will still be down there, a vast and twisting concrete object preserved in all its tentacular sprawl, like some unacknowledged tribute to Rachel Whiteread: a buried and elephantine sculpture that shows up on radar scans of the neighborhood, recording for all posterity "the endless progressions" of Lyttle's eccentric and mysterious life.

(Via @SubBrit. Earlier adventures in real estate on BLDGBLOG: Buy a Prison, Buy a Tube Station, Buy an Archipelago, Buy a Map, Buy a Torpedo-Testing Facility, Buy a Silk Mill, Buy a Fort, Buy a Church,).

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10 Comments:

Blogger zornhau said...

Ho ho. Thought I had some bad neighbours.

June 03, 2012 4:59 PM  
Anonymous Nic said...

Another great post on tunnels!

The chapter about the table, in Perec's novel, is indeed a brilliant one. I suppose you've already seen this video about the unearthing of an ant colony :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0e-q5MHwNQ

June 03, 2012 8:28 PM  
Blogger Eté Rravan said...

This brings to mind the ant colony casts of Walter Tschinkel. Here's a great video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O05javlMW6k&feature=youtube_gdata_player.

June 03, 2012 11:04 PM  
Blogger Geoff Manaugh said...

An old post here on BLDGBLOG looked at Tschinkel's work back in 2006. Amazing stuff!

June 04, 2012 8:31 AM  
Anonymous Nova said...

This reminds me of a sculpture by artist Sam Ekwurtzel, who secured access to a mole infested property in suburban Richmond, VA and cast the network of tunnels in ductile iron. The casts were then assembled into a loop and turned into a sound piece that plays its own optimum resonant frequency. Scroll down to see image. http://seafe.tumblr.com/ It's really impressive in real life.

June 04, 2012 9:27 AM  
Anonymous Ilona G said...

My studio is on this street!

June 06, 2012 7:30 PM  
Blogger xtiaan said...

Imagine it being dug up like a slightly more abstract rachel whiteread....

June 08, 2012 9:34 PM  
Blogger Eughrologh said...

Anyone interested in further domestic home made tunnels should check out the BBC doc Dig With Dibnah, it's on YouTube. Fred Dibnah sinks a home made mine shaft in his back garden. Fantastic stuff.

June 17, 2012 8:13 AM  
Blogger Kaleberg said...

I wonder how common this is? There were some amazing caverns excavated and decorated in a town near Turin:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-495538/Eighth-wonder-world-The-stunning-temples-secretly-carved-ground-paranormal-eccentric.html

June 24, 2012 3:51 PM  
Blogger Rombsy said...

I was also reminded of the "10 tonnes of concrete" poured into a termite nest and allowed to set for a month prior to excavation, as linked to by earlier commenters.

However, upon re-watching this, I also saw (for the first time) a researcher doing similar things with molten aluminum (same guy, it turns out: I love his line, "You could use this in a bar-room fight"), and someone else who seems to have made a business of doing this.

Insect architecture as fine art, which links back to your recent post about bees...

August 14, 2014 3:38 AM  

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