I've been reading a Jack London anthology that has a few of his bigger stories like White Fang and Call of the Wild in it, and 20 or so various short stories.
Jack really had an opinion about the native Alaskans (eskimos, inuits, whatever). In almost every story set in a native village he describes a situation in which they murder an infant in some horrible way. One got bashed against a rock wall for having the wrong parents. Another was thrown into a brier patch and left for 3 days to die because it was possessed by a demon. And on and on. Fuuuuck.
One thing about his writing style that I like is that it is still accessible 100 years later. His stories appeared in newspapers, for the masses. I find his stuff lacks pretension and is still eminently readable.
"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."
I hate Eskimos. They're always comign in, stealing our jobs, clubbing our seals, and cutting us off with their dog sleds.
The fact that they used to leave their old and feeble out to die is their only redeaming quality.