Lit split . . . those Cocker boys . . . and Oppers' fifteen
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The Independent Online
BIG do on Broadway tonight: 70 years of the New Yorker, selected readings to a select audience, lit glit, you know how serious these Americans are. And not everyone happy, oh dear me, no. Mucho disdain for Tina Brown, British editrice, who has removed all those fascinating long articles about bridges, used photographs for the first time and put bylines at the top of stories rather than at the end. And introduced lots of, ahem, sex. And the language: no less than nine variations on the

copulation word recently. And it's still losing money. Tina, call me.