The Hollow Man seems to be a book that is confused about its own identity. Is it a philosophical exploration delving into the quantum physics of consciousness? Or perhaps a harrowing account of a descent into madness? Maybe it's supposed to be a tragic love story or an allegorical tale of suffering and redemption. Could it even be a slasher novel? Sadly, Dan Simmons attempted to stuff all of these elements into a single narrative. The result is a novel that is distracted, unfocused, and a frenetic mess.
The basic premise has its moments of engagement. A telepathic quantum physicist struggles to control the onslaught of others' thoughts. When he loses the love of his life, who is also a mind reader, he completely falls apart. (It's important to note that this isn't really a spoiler as the lover's death occurs in the first chapter.) Our somewhat hero then disintegrates far too quickly and completely. He commits unlikely acts of mayhem at home and then embarks on a series of increasingly outlandish misadventures, including some gratuitously gory scenes straight out of a bad horror movie. A pathetic and, once again, unnecessarily disgusting side story is shoehorned into the middle of the action to provide a more or less happy (albeit painfully forced) ending.
I have enjoyed other works by Simmons, especially the Hyperion series. That's probably what made me persevere with this hodgepodge of oddities until the bitter and quite drawn-out end. Don't bother opening Schroedinger's box on this one; this cat is dead on arrival.