The Steampunk Steam House

There’s a powerful phrase in the English language: ‘What If?”

What if Harold had won at Hastings; if Napoleon had not turned his attention to the Russian front? What if someone had appreciated Adolf Hitler’s art before he began to cast around for more political pursuits?

On one day, in one instant, something happened to divert reality so that Harold ended up with that fateful arrow, and Napoleon ended his days being poisoned by the arsenic in his wallpaper.

And Adolf never became a famous artist.

What happened , happened. It is set in stone. Yet this does not stop us doodling whimsically in our literature.

The great science fiction writers of the late nineteenth century have caused a sort of doubleback loop, a strange junction in our ‘what if?’ fantasies. Jules Verne, HG Wells, and the earlier fantasy, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein: they all took the newest technology, and then grafted fantasy onto its iron limbs. Their very novels were veritable monsters bolted together so expertly that a new, eerie life coursed through them, not so much like blood, but more akin to an electric current.

Yet those were the days before plastic, and fast food: before diesel trains and flick-switch electric light. They were the days before the great tide of scientific advances became merely modern conveniences.

What if those advances had never been made?

In the 1980s there rose up a genre from its dais, sewn together from pieces as diverse as the gothic novel, science fiction and horror. And it was a sci-fi author, KW Jeter, who named it first:Β steampunk.

Steampunk brings the ‘what if’ paradigm to all the diverse inventions of what we in England call the Victorian era. The engineers and their pistons are taken to territory they never trod, steam creations become outrageously lavish. The clothes are all boot-buttons and bodices, the buildings towering creations of glass and iron, those glorious materials tamed by our 19th century forebears.

Iron and glass, iron and glass.

I was wandering round Kew Gardens, Richmond, taking the air. It is full of glasshouses, towering and monumental. I knew what I was looking for. I was looking for something steampunk.

I wandered past the Nash conservatory, a classical early Victorian conservatory. Gorgeous, filled with light: but there was nothing wayward or slightly naughty about this building. I strolled on.

After a while I hit on the Princess of Wales conservatory. It is home to ten climate zones, but opened in 1982 it has more of the Valley Forge from Silent Running about it. Sci-fi, white and seventies, but with none of that earthy iron ornate tartiness which draws one inexorably into the steampunk lair.

And then, I saw her.

The Palm House: a steampunk author’s dream. Built by the satisfyingly named Decimus Burton, the glass and iron cathedral design borrowed heavily from shipbuilding technology of the time. The Palm House is said to be modelled on the structure of an upturned ship’s hull.

To see her is to adore her. For she combines utilitarian requirements – the housing of rare and exotic rain forest species, and the maintenance of its environment – Β with whimsical design wrought in iron. She is everything that is ‘what if?’. Once upon a time, someone asked the question and the magnificent structure- the foremost glass and iron structure in the world – was born.

If you ever get the chance: walk through her tall imposing doors and climb the spiral staircase to walk above the plants. For here is seductive geometry to rival the airship. It is infinitely pleasing to the eye, all green-tinted light and white filigree: but iron-strong.

It is the beginning of a steampunk novel if ever I spied one.

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68 thoughts on “The Steampunk Steam House

  1. oooh I want it. Please can I move into a tiny cottage attached to it? Better still, make me wealthy enough to have extensive grounds with my own and an army of gardeners.

    The Princess of Wales one is really rather too utilitarian and doesn’t seem to take the imagination soaring. Its a pity the Nash one is not in use.

  2. I love steampunk, and you’re right. This is the perfect place to let the stampunk muse lose. Thanks for sharing the pictures, which I’m sure, will inspire someone write something wonderful.

  3. This used to be one of my most magical places. As I child we lived not too far away and often we would go and wander in the grounds. Access to the hot house was not always available due to renovation, so this vast glass creation would seem to smirk and say ‘Not today’. Being able to walk above and look down is an amazing sight. Thanks again for a reminder. It used to cost 1 whole penny to enter the gardens, then at decimalisation it became 10p if memory serves me correctly. . I bet it costs more now.

  4. Been there, once. The name ‘steampunk’ did not come to mind, perhaps because I’ve never heard of it. Nevertheless, it did strike me that it was futuristic in an old-fashioned sort of way. (i think that sentence has given me a headache.)

  5. I love this! Your pictures are phenomenal, Kate, and I once again am yearning for Kew. Can’t you just imagine the stories that could be told here? I would adore her, as you say. I do adore here from my perch here. Thank you for making my day.

  6. What a great way to fuse that fine architecture with the fictional world of steampunk. I didn’t even know what steampunk was until I saw an episode of CSI. Some crime had been committed among the steampunkers, I guess. Learn something new everyday. πŸ™‚

  7. I’ve never heard of steampunk before, but it seems I’ve loved it all along without knowing what it was called. No steampunk here in Hawaii, but now all the steampunk creations I’ve seen on my travels are rattling through my brain, to my great pleasure.

  8. Steampunk – such a perfect word. Have you read any of the Moral Engine books yet? I suspect that you’ll love them.
    Go on, write that novel, Kate – I dare you πŸ˜‰

  9. I have never once heard the term steampunk before. Where have I been? So this was fascinating on so many levels. What a gorgeous conservatory. I have been in a few that wowed me properly…but this one far surpasses! πŸ™‚ Debra

  10. I always wondered what Napoleon was doing licking his wallpaper – it’s the sort of thing that cows do. But then he did have a bovine look about him πŸ˜‰

    Great to see your shots from Kew. We very nearly met in cyberspace this week πŸ™‚ I too was contemplating a post about Kew for the K story challenge. In the end Kings Cross won the toss!

    Hope you enjoyed your visit πŸ™‚

    A quick book plug – The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. Not quite steampunk maybe but it drags Drakula into the modern world πŸ™‚

    1. I cannot budge the image of Napoleon licking his wallpaper, Martin πŸ˜€ I know the HIstorian very well indeed and love it to bits. Just such a compelling read! Lke travelling to those paces yourself…must re-read it!

  11. Steampunk is awesome. Have you seen photos of peoples houses where they have converted the insides to steampunk. Complete with brass and copper keyboards. Simply brilliant. If you grew up on Jules Verne science fiction, you cannot fail to love steampunk.

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