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Jerry Lewis’ daughter’s autobiography heads to publishers
By Cindy Adams
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The Lifetime Achievement Award recipient Jerry Lewis onstage at the 51st Annual ICG Publicists Awards held at the Beverly Wilshire Four Seasons Hotel on February 28, 2014 in Beverly Hills, California.
Suzan Lewis’ autobio, now hitting publishers, says: “My father was responsible for two great things. The Muscular Dystrophy telethon and me, ‘longest baby ever born in Manhattan’s Woman’s Hospital’ — 10 pounds at birth Feb. 3, 1952.”
The title: “Jerry Lewis, My Father — Is Always in My Mirror.” He’s estranged since 2009, Suzan says. She has an unrelenting need to reconnect. Her fashion model mother Lynn Dixon, whom he didn’t marry, met at the Copacabana, introduced by Milton Berle when Martin and Lewis were hot. Now less hot, Jerry still won’t play papa.
Suzan looks like Jerry. Their walk and mannerisms are alike. She and his son Gary underwent DNA tests. Boston paternity lab claims “an 88 percent match.”
Always trying to reconnect, she’s fluent in French because “Dad was such a success in France and maybe then he’d spend more time with me. That man who made the whole world laugh, I wanted all to myself.”
Per the book: “Mom and Dad had fun together, passionate evenings, friends in common, he had Mom sit ringside, brought her to the set of his movie ‘My Friend Irma,’ told her, ‘I want to marry you. Pick some engagement rings.’ He picked an eight-carat round diamond. The problem? Both were already married.”
Then it gets murky. His next wife wasn’t interested in Suzan. Mom’s next husband didn’t want to know about his wife’s previous life. Jerry took a powder.
Early days Suzan attended the American Academy of Dramatic Arts and lived well. Limos, celebs — Martha Raye, Phil Silvers, Lauren Bacall, George Burns, Jack Benny. Next came a mugging. Learning about it Jerry called then Mayor John Lindsay and the hoods were caught. And one more night at a theater, Suzan tells: He walked up and, looking straight at her, asked, “How’s my daughter doing?”
Maybe another quickie meeting in Florida. And that’s about it.
1996 a head-on collision. She almost died. Left incapacitated, she says, “My then-husband . . . filed for divorce.”
No husband. No health. No money. No father. At one point homeless. An ailing mother now gone. All she wants is to reconnect with her father Jerry Lewis.