Malcolm’s great charm lies in his self-effacing humour. In this book, it serves to sweep you along through his and our history, often with a wry shrug. Pour a glass of wine, sit back and enjoy.
– Ruda Landman
After a critically acclaimed run of his theatrical show Going Gooding: A Play on Radio, Malcolm Gooding brings us his memoir: Confessions of a Voice Artist. His story rollicks through a golden era in radio, when shows like Squad Cars and Jet Jungle held young and old spellbound. His vocal talents brought him in contact with icons like Vorster, Madiba, Kerzner and Kriel, Eugène Terre’Blanche and Sean Connery.
Malcolm evokes a bygone era as he confesses to his misadventures growing up in Germiston (while his classmates became electricians, he took elocution); of selling apartheid for the gay-cabal-ruled SABC, selling ciggies for the Ruperts, and arms for Armscor. But wait there’s worse, selling potato-peeler-corer-shredders for Verimark. The book is whimsical, charming and at turns downright funny: a must-read for anyone who remembers the days when ‘After action satisfaction’ was the closest we got to porn.