Beejay Silcox is an Australian writer and critic whose literary criticism and cultural commentary regularly appears in national arts publications such as The Weekend Australian and Australian Book Review (ABR). Her work is increasingly finding an international audience, including in the Times Literary Supplement, The Guardian, and the New York Times.
Beejay’s award-winning short fiction has been published at home (including in Meanjin, Westerly and ABR) and abroad, and recently anthologized in Best Summer Stories, Best Australian Stories and Meanjin A-Z: Fine fiction 1980 to now.
Beejay has stories to tell.
She’s been kicked in the head by a mountain gorilla, blessed by a voodoo priest, and stuck in quicksand; she eloped to Las Vegas, and drove to Timbuktu in a car held together with a bra-strap.
Beejay grew up in rural and remote Western Australia, and has swum with crocodiles in the tropic north (by accident), and whales in the Antarctic south (on purpose), and lived most places in between.
Incurably peripatetic - thirty houses, three continents and counting - Beejay is currently based in Cairo (Egypt, not Illinois), where she writes from a century-old apartment building in the middle of an island, in the middle of the Nile.
Beejay came to writing circuitously; after narrowly escaping a life in the law, she has worked as a criminologist, an agony-aunt, a strategic policy boffin, and a teacher of Americans.
In 2017, she completed her MFA in the US, where she failed to lose either her accent, or predilection for ornate profanity.