Pavlos yearns to mean more to his father, archaeologist and private museum owner Aristo, who has started to drive up through the winding roads of the Troodos mountains of Cyprus at night, alone, obsessed, almost afflicted, in search of traces of his family who, his father cannot accept, were all burnt and left unidentifiable after the Turkish invasion of the island in 1974. Even when he returns home to his son, Aristo seems increasingly distant, not just preoccupied, but almost as if possessed by people he claims to have met up in mountain dwellings and yet who seem to Pavlos increasingly to betray some strangely ancient habits.
When Pavlos awakens to the realisation that he can hypnotise his father then, once in trance, he witnesses his father beginning to utter things which reveal a link to a Greek Cypriot family who once lived millennia ago. They are returning, so his hypnotised father reveals, to "make his son clean" after Aristo found his teenage boy beneath his beautiful middle-aged archaeologist colleague, Katharine.
In places you have to suspend disbelief and though, at times, the story takes on the flavour of a Greek myth, it is true to say Aristo's Family is more rooted in the realities of modern Cyprus. So for me it was, more than anything else, a portrayal of a one parent family of father and son - remote from one another in the normal emotional sense of family, and not knowing whether they would ever become close.