The Bakhtin Chronicles: Academia

Prague, Czech Republic


This is the journal of Bakhtin, a Russian cat who comes to Edinburgh to study for a Masters in Creative Writing at the renowned Fritzonian Institute. He struggles with the large amount of literary theory on the course, as do fellow students, guinea pig, Henry, miniature schnauzer, Fleur, and bulldog, Cindy.

Bakhtin shares a flat with twin brother cats, Saussure and Notsaussure, and an ambitious white mouse, Neville.


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What reviewers are saying about Bakhtin

If you enjoy humour (with just a dash of satire, or maybe a bit more than a dash), if you can imagine animals trying to make sense of literary theory, the miracle of communication between Russia and Edinburgh using pieces of rusty pipe then this could be the book for you.

Brilliant, witty story that I read all in one sitting! Fabulous protagonist and very cleverly written. Highly recommend The Bakhtin Chronicles if you’re looking for a funny and also intellectually stimulating read!

This satirical novel on Academia is uniquely narrated by a Russian cat called Bakhtin. His observances about literary theorists are filled with candour and humour. The epistolary style mimicking Russian English adds to the appeal of a very clever cat. With an ensemble cast of animal characters the author has created a tale that is witty and droll and must be read.


 September 8, 2010       First Week Over 

MA in Creative Writing began yesterday at Fritzonian Institute. There are twenty students: 14 cats, three dogs, one guinea pig and two humans. Lecturers are also people but head of department is cat. Most of professors are cats which is why Institute has international reputation.

We spent first day playing games to get to know each other, for example, asking questions to student next to us, then introducing them to everyone. I paired up with guinea pig called Henry. It was hard to tell class about him because already he thought he had chosen wrong Masters and would prefer to study advanced cooking. He didn’t know why he was offered place on course as selections of writing he sent in with application were copied from favourite books.

Henry wants me to teach him how to make borscht soup and stroganoff correct way.

On second day we had class discussion on T.S. Eliot and role of tradition in poetry. Henry was asleep by second power point slide. He’d been up all night surfing internet for eighteenth century recipes from rural Finland.

Lecturers keep telling us how hard we must work. On second day we studied group of crazy French people called ‘Association pour écrire sans consonnes’ (APES). These mad people believe best writing doesn’t use consonants. Already we have been given assignment: write Japanese haiku without consonants. This is first draft:

                                  eio uai aouu

                                                         uoaa eei ueoa iai

                                                         oao eua ueioa