Hercules Barefoot was born in 1813 on the same night and in the same house (of ill-repute) as the love of his life, Henriette. Neither have blessed existences, although Henriette’s mother at least survives childbirth, but they become inseparable. It’s a story about love, overcoming disability, pre...
Well... the writing was a bit too expressionistic for me, a bit crumbled and overlapping. Still the premise was rather good...