"Henry Harris had a horrible habit of having his hands in his hair." Thus begins this quirky coming-of-age tale of a late-blooming 29-year-old-virgin. He leaves his parent's Manhattan apartment (for the first time) to attend a writers' retreat in France. Each summer H tel Inspir hosts a retreat for artists from around the world. To attend all you need is a large pile of money, plus a vague notion of creating something: a novel, poems, paintings,...