A Zen-like joke about time. The protagonist searches for the dindlo, the miraculous particle that determines the perfect moment for someone to do what they truly want. And when he finally finds it, he realizes that he never really knew what he wanted after all.
Vasilis Katsikonouris has written the plays Milk, California Dreamin’, The Harley Jacket, Makis, The Missing, Kangaroo, among others.
These works have been performed at the National Theatre, Dimitris Horn Theatre, Stoa Theatre, Metaxourgeio Theatre, Ellinikos Kosmos, and the Michael Cacoyannis Foundation.
In Cyprus, his plays have been staged by the Cyprus Theatre Organisation (THOC), the Dionysos Theatre, and the ETHAL Theatre, among others, as well as in Poland, Serbia, and Germany. In 2011, his play Milk was adapted into a film, for which he also wrote the screenplay.
He has been awarded State Theatre Prizes by the Ministry of Culture, a prize in an international competition held by the Onassis Foundation, and audience awards from Athinorama magazine.
In 2012, his novel Bambushka was published by Kedros. In 2016, his short story collection The 7:45 pm Crack was published by Kastaniotis Editions. In 2018, Kastaniotis also published his next collection of short stories, Checkered Children, Striped Fathers.
His plays have been published by Kedros, Sokolis, and Kappa Ekdotiki. In recent years, he has also worked as a director. He lives and works in Athens, where he teaches English in secondary education.
Although time is hardly something one should joke about — more often, it is time that plays jokes on us, and the realization is always bitter, like something out of a film noir. So is The Road of Lightning a Zen noir novel about time? Perhaps it is more accurate to say that it is about timing.
The protagonist searches for the dindlo, the miraculous particle that determines the perfect moment for someone to do what they truly want. And when he finally finds it, he realizes that he never really knew what he wanted after all. In any case, the relationship between what a person wants and when they want it will always be complicated — and literature itself was born, in part, to bring some order to such things. With only relative success…
And so The Road of Lightning came into being as well. Somewhere far down that road, sparks flare up, wild surges of electricity erupting from the rupture of the current — and every now and then, they may strike us too.