Unfortunately, no one goes into a Bond novel expecting to find women being treated with respect - in Ian Fleming’s style, women - and, to be frank, most other characters - are simply props for Bond to use as he sees fit. However, where most other novels still have some value as spy thrillers with mostly fun plots, this one gets terrible real fast.
In The Spy Who Loved Me (side note: the plot of the film version has nothing to do with the book), Fleming thought it would be a good idea to write from the point of view of the ‘Bond girl’. It wasn’t. The book is highly misogynistic, and much, much worse than what Fleming would usually write.
All in all, probably the worst of all Bond novels (I haven’t read them all yet, but I doubt it can get much worse than this). Fortunately, it’s a relatively minor one - Bond doesn’t even show up before the last third - so, if you haven’t read it, please take my advice and just skip it. You won’t be sorry.