Loco, the masterful novel by Rainald Goetz, is an explosive device that undermines the idea of ​​normality that governs our days. Written in 1983, he glimpses with prophetic foresight the stifling dominance that the prevailing discourse of our time impresses on human beings. "I am not a mentally ill, my soul is sick", says one of the many voices that takes the word in this choral novel; And that agonizing confession perfectly sums up the intention of this text, which is disorganized and agonizing, which is none other than to attack the idea that criminalizes the abnormal, assuming it as a spontaneous and unnatural degeneration, and not as the logical product of a Siege that pushes the individual to compete, to show an image of himself that is acceptable, recognizable and ideally adorable. Loco is the escape that starts Raspe, a young psychiatrist, after being disenchanted with the megalomaniac universe of psychiatry, dedicated to the publication of treatises that enclose their authors, to frame symptoms in a pathological framework and to prescribe and dosify, and wait, with a Little luck, that medical discharge arrives before the Konvulsator, its diabolic electrodes and its violent discharges. Goetz, artist, playwright and radical narrator, used an alter ego in this novel that is transfigured into a knife that opens incisions in comfort zones from where we are forced to reclaim the vain rewards of subordinate life. "You heal people who with their illness respond appropriately to the inadequate conditions of their life," a friend asks the hero of the novel. With feverish prose, Goetz demolishes any notion of convention in which we can take refuge.