This feels like a movie with 25 extra characters in it who aren't just there to make the world seem full, but who have dialog and do things that make you think, "Okay, this person is important, better remember them!" and then they walk off and never return, so the whole time you have no idea what you're supposed to be paying attention to, what's narratively significant.
Not literally, there are only like 3 or 4 characters in it, but you know what I mean? There are all these weird visuals and events, and I don't know which (if any) hold any meaning or are worth thinking about. Really not much fun to read.
Also, there's some sezual assalt, let's spell it that way, and...
Well, I don't know. It didn't bother me, to be honest, because I wasn't even sure if it was really happening or not or if it was supposed to happen or was part of some weird ritual or...I didn't really know what was going on. I didn't understand which things were happening, what the two different characters were perceiving. I didn't get it.
I think that might be why so many people have such a strong reaction to it in this particular book: It's not really comprehensible, so it feels superfluous, and if you're going to have some lady get assaulted that way in a story, there should probably be a compelling reason.
And maybe there IS a compelling reason, but I couldn't comprehend it, so it does feel like, I don't know, unnecessarily unpleasant? Which is how I'm described at dinners.