Null-A Continuum

I just finished Null-A Continuum by John C. Wright. It's a paen to and continuation of A.E.van Vogt's late 40's World of Null-A. It was o.k. in the sense that Wright had the predilections and techno-babble of the golden age down, and it was fun pretending to be a fifth grader sneaking a peak at something Mom thought might be too mature for me. On the other hand, he committed the cardinal sin of fiction writing, he neglected to tell a story. Concantinating a series of descriptions, interspersed with the ubermensch pausing to to lecture himself about how manly semantic philosophy is really lex naturalis, just doesn't feed the ox. Wright hit the pulp tone perfectly, but his content and rhythm seemed to be from a fix-up.