Sady Doyle

Wrote a book.

If You Tweet This, Jonathan Chait Wins: In These Times

There is something grimly hilarious about writing a response to “Not Very P.C. Of You,” Jonathan Chait’s recent New York magazine screed on how feminists and people of color are ruining the left wing. The task at hand is to create a substantive take on something that is, by design, not substantive—to “add value” to something that was not created with “value” in mind. There’s also the fact that, by writing about Jonathan Chait, I am effectively doing the bidding of New York itself. New York is not paying any of us, except Jonathan Chait, and yet we still write promo copy for their latest issue. That’s how they win. 

Read more at In These Times Magazine. 

The Utopian Vision of Pawnee, Indiana: The Baffler

Parks and Recreation, now entering its final season on NBC, has always represented a very particular, very liberal fantasy about how government should work.

Though the city of Pawnee, Indiana is broadly drawn to the point of caricature—every branch of government seems to have its own set of quirks, from the stoned dudes of Animal Control to the sleazeballs who work in Sewage—it’s also, in its way, a utopia. In the world of Parks and Recreation,government bureaucrats are all good people who passionately love their town and its citizens. They may disagree, but at the end of the day, nothing can stop them from working together to make Pawnee a better place to live.

In the show’s new season, this vision is laid out more explicitly than ever. It seems to be planning to close its run with one big, final (and weirdly anti-capitalist) statement about what government should be.

Read more at The Baffler. 

Wes Anderson's Class Acts: The Baffler

I don’t know a single person who’s really satisfied with this year’s Oscar nominations. The most exciting movies of the year are almost unilaterally shut out. The slate of nominated directors is, with the exception of Birdman director Alejandro González Iñárritudepressingly white and male. Perhaps worst of all, the favorite to win—The Grand Budapest Hotel, by Wes Anderson—seems to represent the final entombment of a once-great director’s style.

Read more at The Baffler. 

Page by Sady Doyle. Photos by B. Michael Payne.