I recently read something in a style that really bugged me. Basically, the author was so vague I couldn't understand what was going on. Like, there's a mention of blood and screaming, and then the characters are at the hospital, and one person is apologizing to the hurt one and the hurt one is saying it was just an accident. Maybe five or six sentences in the whole scene. It wasn't until several pages later, when the author was in an expository mood I guess, that I was able to figure out exactly what had happened, and it wasn't really what I had assumed from the little info that was given, and it changed (in a small way) the characters' arcs for me.
And, I didn't get the feeling that this was the author's intent, to hide the truth for a while and then upend my assumptions. It was more like the author thought they were being artsy and minimalist and spare (instead of over-describing everything), but the result was that I had no idea what was occurring in the story or why.