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You might as well just plan on showing up Saturday morning and staying planted until they 86 you Sunday night. While you’re there, be sure to keep these readings in mind. Oregon Convention Center, 777 NE MLK Blvd, , Sat-Sun 10 am-5 pm, $2-3
EMERGING VOICES
Erin Ergenbright, who corrals Portland’s Loggernaut Reading Series, moderates this panel of rising Northwest stars that includes Justin Tussing (The Best People in the World), Matt Briggs (Shoot the Buffalo), and Cheryl Strayed (Torch). Support the home team! Portland Stage, Sat, 11 am
DAVID LEHMAN
If there was ever anybody to talk poetry with, Lehman would be the guy. Not only did he found the Best American Poetry series, but he just edited the beautiful New Oxford Book of American Poetry, which is big enough to kill a cat if you dropped it from waist level. Powell’s Stage, Sat, 11 am
COLSON WHITEHEAD
Whitehead’s one of those smart, funny writers who does his thing so well that it makes you a little crazy. He’s a satirist with a soul, and his new book Apex Hides the Hurt showcases his skills in a tale about a man who names products for a living, who is called upon to rechristen a struggling town. Powell’s Stage, Sat, noon
JESSICA ABEL
Abel burst onto the scene in the ’90s with her underground comic Artbabe, and is following things up with the much-buzzed-about La Perdida, about a bunch of gringos south of the border. Powell’s Stage, Sat, 3 pm; also at Reading Frenzy, 921 SW Oak, Fri, 7 pm, free
MARIA DAHVANA HEADLEY
The Year of Yes chronicles Headley’s year-long social experiment in which she agreed to go out with every single person who asked her, including a homeless guy, a mime, and the man whom she wound up marrying. She claims that over the one-year period, she was asked out over 150 times. Ladies—could this be remotely possible? Even slightly? Powell’s Stage, Sun 11 am
LINDA CARROLL
Hey, it’s Courtney Love’s Mom! Portland Stage, Sun, 2 pm
CHRISTOPHER MOORE
Moore’s not shooting for the Nobel Prize for Literature with his darkly comic books like The Stupidest Angel, Fluke, or A Dirty Job. He’s looking to entertain the holy hell out of you, and he’s damn good at it, despite Janet Maslin’s frigid reaction in the New York Times. Just show up—you’ll see what I mean. Powell’s Stage, Sun, 2 pm