Page 193-195 of The Norton Anthology of Self-Indulgent White Boy Writers
Jason Edwards

Jason Nedwards (1971-2005) was a white boy who grew up in a middle class white home in Wichita, Kansas, where he lived, "on the fringe of a genuine African-American neighborhood," (Wilson, 27). He attended the fifty/fifty Wichita Heights High School, where he witnessed racial tensions that resulted in the rightful expulsion of several white boys. He moved with his parents to San Jose, California, during his senior year, where he, "embraced the ethnic diversity of a city populated by Mexican-American, Asian-Americans, Yuppie-Americans, but unfortunately, virtually no Blacks," (Wilson, 438). Nedwards eventually returned to Kansas and attended the nearly racially pure University of Kansas, earning a B.A. in English with an emphasis on so-called creative Writing. He returned to San Jose immediately after, and made a stab at the M.A. in English at San Jose State U. Failing that, Nedwards moved to Montana, becoming a recluse and depending on the sale of firewood for his main source of income. He was unpublished in his lifetime, but after he died of pneumonia on his 33rd birthday, a white boy from New York discovered his nearly 18 floppy disks of writings, and decided they stories therein were good enough for posthumous publication.

Nedwards' writing has been called, "self-indulgent, pointless, redundant, and quite often preposterous," (Wilson, 439). But other critics are not so kind. Nedwards is considered to have unpioneered the techniques of relevancy, legitimacy, the idea of writer-as-authority. The following, "Bigger Burger," is a good example of this idea of the "non-poem."

Bigger Burger

1Gimme da Bigga Burga.
.Wit cheese?
.Hell yeah.
.Onyun?
5Yeah. -No, got me a date.
.Catchup mustah picka relsh?
.Yeah, shit yeah, all dat.
.Maynaze?
.Maynaze? What's wrong wichoo?
10No maynaze.
.No less or mato neitha.
.No less, no mato.
.Can't taste da burga wit dat shit.
.Fries?
15Yeah.
.How big?
.Bigges.
.Cool. Who yo date?
.Huh?
20How come you eatin' 'fo yo date?
.Ha-haa!
.What.
.Ain't no eatin' date.
.Awright.
25Gimmee coke too, big.
.Big coke.
.Yeah.
.Awright. Bigga Burga no yun less mato, big fry big coke. Here togo?
.Here.
30Why you ain't dressed up?
.Ain't no dressin' up date.
.Awright. Catchup yo fries?
.Naw man.
.Ain't goin' no place neitha, huh?
35Ha-haa!
.Jes a Bigga Burga.
.Dat's right. Damn, dese fries is hot!
.Cheap, tho.
.Yeah.
40No movie, no dinna.
.Nope.
.You got catchup yo chin.
.Shit. Refill my coke, bro.
.Awright.
45Damn, I could eat twelva dese.
.Who she?
.Huh?
.Who yo date?
.Ain't tellin'.
50Why fuck not?
.Ain't that kinda date!
.Ha.
.Yeah.
.Awright. I'ma go sweep up.
55I'ma eat dis fuckin' Bigga.
.Awright. Goo' luck man.
57Ha. Yeah. You know it.

(1997)


Questions

  1. Why, in your opinion, does a white boy like Nedwards believe he is allowed to write about African-American characters?

  2. Is Nedwards' use of Black English Vernacular appropriate or insulting?

  3. Is food a metaphor in this poem? Why or why not?

  4. Discuss the stereotypes implied by the line, "Ain't that kinda date!"

  5. Is there an art to self-reference, or does self-reference automatically deny the reader a role in the artistic exchange, and therefore eliminate the existence of the "art" in the work?