Bestselling author Tina McElroy Ansa is back with another tale from Mulberry, Georgia, the richly drawn fictional town and home of the extraordinary Lena McPherson.  Lena, now forty-five and tired of being "the hand everyone fans with," has grown weary of shouldering the town's problems and wants to find a little love and companionship for herself.  So she and a friend perform a supernatural ritual to conjure up a man for Lena.  She gets one all right: a ghost named Herman who, though dead for one hundred years, is full of life and all man.  His love changes Lena's life forever, satisfying as never before both her physical and spiritual needs.  Filled with the same "humor, grace, and great respect for power of the particular" ( The New York Times Book Review ) as her previous critically acclaimed novels, Baby of the Family and Ugly Ways, The Hand I Fan With   is yet another memorable and life-affirming tale from one of America's best-loved authors. "Deliciously wise and wonderfully erotic." --Dallas Morning News "Superbly crafted...a tour de force." --Los Angeles Times "An absolutely delicious love story." --Washington Post Book World "Generous-hearted, funny, and engaging." --San Francisco Chronicle "Her most richly imagined novel to date." --Emerge "Deliciously wise and wonderfully erotic." --Dallas Morning News "Superbly crafted...a tour de force." --Los Angeles Times "An absolutely delicious love story." --Washington Post Book World "Generous-hearted, funny, and engaging." --San Francisco Chronicle "Her most richly imagined novel to date." --Emerge Bestselling author Tina McElroy Ansa is back with another tale from Mulberry, Georgia, the richly drawn fictional town and home of the extraordinary Lena McPherson.  Lena, now forty-five and tired of being "the hand everyone fans with," has grown weary of shouldering the town's problems and wants to find a little love and companionship for herself.  So she and a friend perform a supernatural ritual to conjure up a man for Lena.  She gets one all right: a ghost named Herman who, though dead for one hundred years, is full of life and all man.  His love changes Lena's life forever, satisfying as never before both her physical and spiritual needs.  Filled with the same "humor, grace, and great respect for power of the particular" ( The New York Times Book Review ) as her previous critically acclaimed novels, Baby of the Family and Ugly Ways, The Hand I Fan With   is yet another memorable and life-affirming tale from one of America's best-loved authors. Bestselling author Tina McElroy Ansa is back with another tale from Mulberry, Georgia, the richly drawn fictional town and home of the extraordinary Lena McPherson. Lena, now forty-five and tired of being "the hand everyone fans with," has grown weary of shouldering the town's problems and wants to find a little love and companionship for herself. So she and a friend perform a supernatural ritual to conjure up a man for Lena. She gets one all right: a ghost named Herman who, though dead for one hundred years, is full of life and all man. His love changes Lena's life forever, satisfying as never before both her physical and spiritual needs. Filled with the same "humor, grace, and great respect for power of the particular" ("The New York Times Book Review) as her previous critically acclaimed novels, "Baby of the Family and "Ugly Ways, The Hand I Fan With is yet another memorable and life-affirming tale from one of America's best-loved authors. Tina McElroy Ansa's first novel, Baby of the Family, was named a Notable Book of the Year by The New York Times in 1989.  Her second novel, Ugly Ways, was published in 1993.  She lives with her husband, JonÚe, a filmmaker, on St. Simons Island, off the coast of Georgia. Dropping her sweater on the back of a high-back cane rocker, Lena walked to the oversized French doors overlooking the deck, her yard beyond and the river beyond that and threw them open.  Many nights she slept with the alarm system off so she could leave the French doors on that side of the house open and feel the night air and the breeze from the river. The railings around the edges of the sprawling winding cypress deck that wrapped around the house and a huge nearby oak tree were a mass of tiny white flowers and dark shiny cupped leaves that exuded a heavy exotically sweet smell all the way over to where Lena stood inside the door.  The scent of the jasmine drew her to the door and outside. She was surprised at the changes out there.  It seemed that in the week since Sister had come through on her way to a year's sabbatical in Sierra Leone and they had been out on the deck, vines and trees and plants on her property had exploded with color, scent and life.  Azalea bushes that were mere shrubbery the week before were now mountains of white and pink and red blossoms.  The weeping willows and weeping mulberry trees had been mere reeds blowing in the March wind.  Now they were