Beejay Silcox is an early-career Australian writer and critic whose literary criticism and cultural commentary regularly appears in national publications such as The Australian and Australian Book Review (ABR). Her review work is now published internationally, including in the New York Times and the Times Literary Supplement.

In 2018, Beejay was awarded ABR's highly-coveted Fortieth Birthday Fellowship, and voted the magazine’s favourite contributor in a nation-wide survey of readers.

Beejay’s award-winning short fiction has been published at home (including in Meanjin, Weseterly 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.

Photo Credit: Elizabeth Bowling

Photo Credit: Elizabeth Bowling

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 at Virginia Tech, where she failed to lose either her accent, or predilection for ornate profanity.