Major Jackson is one of our most obviously philosophical and allusive poets. That is obvious in the title, which brings Camus to mind immediately, but also in the other influences that make it into the poems. There are many examples, but none more formative than the first poem ("Major and I") and the last one ("Double Major"), both of which play off the famous Borges prose piece "Borges and I," which ends "I don't know which of us two is writing this page." Major Jackson allows himself to be playful with this idea, but that doesn't change the fact that he is obviously interested in significant questions of identity and how those manifest themselves in poetry.
But Camus is the big influence here. I could quote all kinds of passages from "The Myth of Sisyphus" that would apply to these poems, but just from Camus's Preface -- "It is legitimate and necessary to wonder whether life has a meaning' and "even within the limits of nihilism is is possible to find the means to proceed beyond nihilism."
But Major Jackson writes poems. Sometimes he constructs narratives, although they are seldom completely straight forward. Sometimes he relies on literary allusion, and that keeps the reader stretching through his memory and imagination. He can write evocative images, and is not afraid of the "Big" line that goes after all the marbles. "He knocks repeatedly on the bolted door to his imagination./Tragically, he believes he can mend his wounds with his poetry."Or "I'm here guarding my freedom,/rubbing my hands over yesterday fires." And those are just from the last two poems in the Suite that gives the book it's title.
But I found poems to love in the earlier sections too. There are memorable elegies for Ntzake Shange and Derek Walcott here. There are travel poems that reflect the opportunities that once (preCovid) were given to successful American poets. And there are poems that turn on the landscape of Vermont, where this African-American poet has found himself, it seems to his own surprise. These are all wonderful additions to our moment, but I hope the title sequence finds a large audience, or what counts as one among readers of contemporary American poetry.