Dang, I love me some on-paper Perry Mason. I mean don't get me wrong; for years Raymond Burr's Mason was all I thought a man should be. But the Mason of the books is darker, more ambiguous, and altogether more willing to bend the law if he thinks that will be advantageous. And the titles are to die for, don't you think? The Case of the Daring Divorcee! Oh, darling, isn't it just too risqué!