Initially very confused about the mix of fictitious and historical, but enjoyed it once I just relaxed and stopped trying to analyse each anachronism and cease playing 'pin the history on the character'. Sort of a Dickensian Forrest Gump, colourfully illustrating a piteous existence while being wonderfully unaware or uncaring of one's lot. Also I want a pat on the head for knowing about Cloacina prior to reading this lovely little book. Thank you.